Chapter 103 Why are you crying? What happened?
The fortune teller squinted as he tucked the money into his sleeve, his withered fingers calculating for a long time.
Suddenly, he spoke up: "It's a girl."
Gao Xiaoman felt everything go black before her eyes, and her whole world collapsed in an instant.
She stumbled and struggled to hold onto the greasy corner of the table to avoid falling, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"...Really? Master, please calculate again carefully, is there some mistake somewhere?"
Her husband and in-laws are now dissatisfied with her, and Gao Xiaoman urgently needs a son.
Having a son made her a great contributor to the Zhang family, and even if her husband and in-laws disliked her, they had to put up with it.
They even had to treat her like an ancestor.
A shrewd glint flashed in the immortal's cloudy eyes. He slowly twirled his fingers and drew out his words.
"Well... while fate may be predetermined, it's not entirely without room for maneuver."
"But this method of 'defying fate' is very mentally taxing, and I guess you can't afford it."
"I can accept it, I can accept it!"
As if grasping at the last straw, Gao Xiaoman hurriedly pushed all the money she had on her, along with the silver bracelet on her wrist, over.
The immortal weighed the item in his hand and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
He pulled out a yellow talisman folded into a triangle from his pocket and lowered his voice: "This is a 'transformation from female to male' talisman. Wear it close to your body and never let anyone else know about it."
Gao Xiaoman, clutching the yellow talisman, walked out of the dark and damp house.
The sunlight was dazzling, but she walked home with light steps.
After Dang Xianghong's two children were discharged from the hospital, she regained her usual fiery and sunny personality.
She came to gossip with Shen Wanjun first thing in the morning.
Having learned from the lesson of accidentally entering the bedroom last time and almost being kicked by Song Zhan.
This time, she knocked on the door politely, and Song Juan warmly welcomed her in: "Wait a moment, I'll go call my sister-in-law."
Dang Xianghong took a sip of hot soy milk. "No rush."
Sure enough, Shen Wanjun had not gotten up yet.
"Sister Hong." Shen Wanjun washed her face and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I... overslept."
"It's not late, it's just that I got up early."
"Sister Hong, is there something you need?"
"It's nothing, let's chat."
Having not gossiped with anyone for a long time, Dang Xianghong couldn't hold back any longer and started talking non-stop with Shen Wanjun.
During this time, Song Juan brought in the food, and Huang Ya and Song Zhan also began to eat.
Dang Xianghong made breakfast for the children this morning, but she hasn't eaten yet.
"Sister Hong, try this tofu pudding. Juan'er made it; it's delicious," Shen Wanjun said.
Dang Xianghong kept talking while eating.
Huang Ya was dumbfounded. How could this woman manage to eat and talk at the same time?
Seeing that Dang Xianghong's bowl was almost empty, Song Juan served her another bowl.
The others ate their meals while also watching the drama unfold.
Dang Xianghong: "Jiang Weiguo's father, Jiang Xiangdong, has been dismissed from his post, did you know that?"
Everyone shook their heads, and Dang Xianghong was very satisfied with their reaction.
He began to recount the Jiang family's shameful deeds at length.
Jiang Xiangdong was arrested by the Party Secretary for embezzlement, and the Party Secretary confiscated all the embezzled funds.
After Jiang Xiangdong and Jiang Weiguo were beaten up, they were released.
The following day, Jiang Xiangdong was removed from his position as captain.
"He was a captain, and he actually embezzled so much money. Those boxes were all in large denominations, at least tens of thousands of yuan."
Dang Xianghong sighed deeply; how could she have attended the wedding of such a bad element?
Thinking about this made Dang Xianghong feel uncomfortable all over.
"What about Jiang Weiguo and Zhong Chuchu?" Shen Wanjun asked.
"The corrupt official is his father; Jiang Weiguo and Zhong Chuchu are fine."
Shen Wanjun felt a little regretful; it was a pity.
The letter was originally intended to deal with Zhong Chuchu, but unexpectedly, the secretary wasn't interested in special affairs, only in money.
However, with Jiang Xiangdong's backer gone, Zhong Chuchu and Jiang Weiguo's future days won't be much better.
Thinking of this, Shen Wanjun felt a little better.
Immediately afterwards, Dang Xianghong started gossiping about Wang Ming and Hao Yan.
Wang Ming was held accountable by Zhang Guoqing and Gao Xiaoman for spreading rumors about Bai Lu and Zhang Guoqing, which led to a confrontation with Political Commissar Hao.
To avoid suspicion, Political Commissar Hao handed the matter over to Zhou Lan.
Zhou Lan's approach was simple and brutal; she directly handed the person over to the village head of Xiahe Village for processing.
“Jiang Weiguo was dismissed, and a new captain hasn’t been appointed yet, so the Party Secretary personally stepped in to handle this matter.”
Shen Wanjun asked, "How was it handled?"
Huang Ya and Song Juan also leaned in, and even Song Zhan leaned forward curiously.
Dang Xianghong was quite satisfied with the four people's attitude of watching the drama unfold, and said unhurriedly, "Wang Ming was fined 200 yuan to compensate Zhang Guoqing and Gao Xiaoman, but this is not the end of it."
"It's not over yet?" Song Juan was shocked; that was 200 yuan!
Wang Ming couldn't earn that much money in a year.
The monthly salary of a rural teacher is generally half that of an urban employee.
In other words, Wang Ming's salary is at most 15 yuan a month.
Dang Xianghong: "Wang Ming is no longer a teacher."
"Then how does he make a living?" Huang Ya asked curiously.
Dang Xianghong: "Go to work in the fields, what else can we do?"
Shen Wanjun clicked her tongue and said, "The price Wang Ming paid for spreading rumors was really high."
He probably never imagined that a few words from him would ruin his future.
Song Zhan: "He brought this on himself, so he has no one else to blame but himself."
Dang Xianghong took a bite of the steamed bun. It was filled with sauerkraut and pork, with a thin skin, lots of meat, and plenty of juice.
"Juan'er, your cooking skills are getting better and better."
Dang Xianghong ate happily and said a few more words: "Just watch, Hao Yan will probably come to our compound again soon."
"What's she doing here?" Song Juan didn't want to see her; that person never gave anyone a second glance.
"What else can she do but cry and beg Political Commissar Hao to introduce a job to her man?"
Dang Xianghong looked like she knew Hao Yan all too well: "She was never willing to marry Wang Ming, a teacher, in the first place. Now that he's lost his job, Hao Yan must be furious."
"That woman is proud and arrogant, how could she be willing to be a farmer?"
The four of them responded with an "oh," indicating their agreement.
At noon, Shen Wanjun lay on the bed for a nap. Recently, she has been getting sleepier and feels tired even with the slightest movement.
Drinking the spring water didn't help much; I had to take a nap at noon.
Song Zhan stuffed the love letter he had written under her pillow.
He rested his chin on his hand and looked at Shen Wanjun, thinking, "My wife is so beautiful."
Even during pregnancy, her figure was not bloated, her skin was fair and delicate, and she even looked better than before.
Her hair was jet black and thick, with frizzy, unruly ends that gave it a casual, relaxed look, as if it had been carefully styled.
Song Zhan swallowed hard and gently kissed Shen Wanjun on the forehead.
Then, he took out a bottle of essential oil, lifted Shen Wanjun's clothes, and helped her apply it.
A few days ago, Song Juan showed him a picture of stretch marks, and he was deeply shocked.
The thought of his wife's fair and smooth belly possibly turning into that state made him unable to hold back his tears.
The pleasant scent of essential oils filled the air.
In her dream, Shen Wanjun felt as if she were lying on a hillside covered in blooming flowers. (╯▽╰) It smelled so good~~.
I opened my eyes groggily and saw that Song Zhan was crying, with large tears falling down his face.
Shen Wanjun sat up abruptly and asked with concern, "Why are you crying? What happened?"
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