As expected of an old woman from the village, once she starts talking, she really talks a lot and almost can't stop.
He launched into a tirade, revealing all sorts of things Chiang Kai-shek had done in his daily life.
That saves me the trouble of asking; I've already said everything.
However, this old woman has a really sharp tongue. She even mentioned what kind of undergarments Jiang was wearing. She really is a "familiar" neighbor.
These mundane family matters were giving Tang Nian a headache.
"And another thing, she doesn't talk about wifely virtues. A few days ago, I saw another man acting suspiciously in her house, and then he took her away. I don't know what he's doing..."
Just then, the door of a house by the roadside opened, revealing a woman dressed smartly and beautifully.
"Uncle Li, Auntie, where are you going?"
As the woman spoke, she walked over and snatched Tang Nian's hand from the old woman's.
"Widow Wang, what are you doing? I'm taking... her to Pork Li's house!"
The old woman couldn't figure out the family relationships, so she simply glossed over Tang Nian's identity, leading Widow Wang to believe that Tang Nian was just an ordinary guest.
The widow Wang, hands on her hips, said without any politeness, "His house is unclean, and you still bring guests to his house? Really, you have no manners at all!"
This infuriated the old woman, who was about to teach Widow Wang a lesson about arguing, but Widow Wang turned around and pulled Tang Nian into her house.
The widow's house was filled with a faint, pleasant fragrance, a stark contrast to the home of Pork Li.
"Please sit anywhere. I don't usually tidy myself up."
Tang Nian thanked him and sat down casually.
"Hey, what brings you here to see Pork Li?"
The widow was boiling water and serving Tang Nian some fruit and snacks, showing great hospitality.
This made Tang Nian feel somewhat flattered.
"Oh, I actually came to pay a visit to Pork Master Li, but he wasn't home, so I figured visiting his wife, Madam Jiang, would be a good visit too. That's why I was just about to go find her."
When the Jiang family was mentioned, Widow Wang, like the old woman, felt utter contempt and scoffed.
Speaking of which, her mouth is just as sharp as that old aunt's.
"What's so great about finding this slut? She's probably just indulging in debauchery with some random man during the day, doing all sorts of shameful things."
It seems that Jiang's reputation is very bad. Doesn't Pork Li know that his beautiful wife is such a person?
But how could the Jiang family know that Pork Li would never return?
With these questions in mind, Tang Nian decided to find the Jiang family first.
"Does my sister know where she is now?"
"Oh my, you have such a sweet tongue!"
Widow Wang usually takes good care of herself and loves beauty. For a pretty young girl like Tang Nian to call her "sister" means that she is as young and beautiful as Tang Nian.
This dilapidated village is full of elderly people, and even though she's a young girl, there's no one here who can talk to her.
A little girl came along, and since she was willing to listen to her, she was naturally willing to share as well.
"Let me tell you, a few days ago, Jiang was having an affair with a strange man at home, and I happened to catch her."
"Then what?"
"And then, as you've seen, there are so few people in our village. I've seen it all. If she's still doing these despicable things at home, the whole village will know in a couple of days!"
The widow patted her chest boastfully, and Tang Nian quickly echoed her sentiments.
"So they didn't dare show their faces under my nose again, and slunk up the mountain, probably to the temple there to avoid trouble?"
"But it doesn't matter. As long as they dare to come back, I'll make sure they regret it. I don't tolerate any injustices!"
Tang Nian's eyes lit up, but once Widow Wang started talking, she couldn't stop. Tang Nian felt like her ears were about to get calluses from listening.
Having learned of Jiang's whereabouts, they decided not to linger any longer.
"Thank you so much, sister!"
After saying that, he got up and went out the door.
The widow raised her head, wanting to persuade her sweet-talking younger sister to stay.
"Hey, why don't you rest a bit longer? It's still snowing outside..."
The voices faded into the distance.
...
However, this mountain was not very high, but the scenery was quite different from that at the foot of the mountain.
This is because there was no snow on the mountain.
The goose-feather snowflakes falling from the sky melted instantly upon landing on the ground.
As Tang Nian walked further and further away on the mountain road, the snow in the air gradually lessened, and by the time she could see the temple on the mountain, the wind and snow had stopped.
It's truly bizarre.
Tang Nian stopped and paced back and forth at the edge of the snow.
She walked for quite a while before continuing her journey toward the summit.
A large number of people had gathered in front of the temple. The group of beggars who usually roamed the city had actually met Tang Nian here.
On this snowy day, the beggars are well-informed. Those who heard that there was no snow at the temple may have come here early to avoid the wind and snow.
Most of these people were dressed simply, and many of them had frostbite due to their thin clothing, revealing their purplish-black skin.
"Don't rush, line up!"
Several young girls dressed in pure white robes, resembling nuns, emerged from the temple.
They were carrying a pot, from which steam was rising continuously. When they put the pot down, Tang Nian realized that it was actually a pot of thick porridge.
With a clanging and clattering sound, the beggars were the quickest to line up, holding their tattered bowls to receive the soup and porridge offered by the temple.
The same applies to ordinary people.
It seems that the temple in the mountains has provided plenty of food to the people and these beggars, otherwise these people wouldn't be so skilled at it.
Judging from the current situation, many of these people still need to live on the mountain.
"Little girl, you came up the mountain because of the weather at the foot of the mountain, right?"
An old farmer in tattered clothes leaned against the wall, happily drinking his porridge, and struck up a conversation with Tang Nian.
"Sigh, this awful weather is really making it impossible for anyone to survive. The lands of those landlords are covered in snow, and a day laborer like me can't find a way to make a living. Luckily, the priests at the temple gave me alms, otherwise I might have been left to die in the wilderness."
The people around him nodded in agreement, praising the temple priest highly.
Although Tang Nian's clothes looked extraordinary, they didn't have so many ulterior motives.
They all urged Tang Nian to get a bowl of porridge to try, otherwise there wouldn't be any left once it was all distributed.
Tang Nian arrived at the temple entrance with her doubts. It was a pity that the porridge had already been distributed and many people had not yet received their share.
"Dear fellow villagers, the temple has limited supplies, and this is all we can distribute today."
Those who didn't get any soup or porridge sighed, but surprisingly, no one complained.
"wrong……"
Just as the group carried the empty pot into the temple, Tang Nian suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation coming from inside the temple.
"It's a fluctuation of spiritual energy!"
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