After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

He Zhan complained in his heart that it couldn't really be called elopement, it was at most a secret meeting.

He helped Yang up and comforted her, "Mother, don't cry, the person is not lost."

"Really?" Yang clutched her sleeves and wiped away her tears, obviously not quite believing it.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Yang looked up and saw Song Huiling standing there, waving at her: "Mom, I'm back."

Yang immediately broke free from He Zhan and rushed towards the courtyard gate, hugged Song Huiling tightly, and said tearfully, "Where have you been? Why didn't you tell your mother before you left?"

Song Huiling patted Yang's back and said soothingly, "I didn't go anywhere, I just went to the county town."

These words made Yang alert. She let go of Song Huiling and looked hesitant as if she wanted to ask something, but she couldn't speak after trembling her lips a few times.

Song Huiling knew what she was thinking and took the initiative to explain: "Mom, don't worry, I'm just going to the city to buy some things. I have promised you to live a good life, and I won't break my promise."

Yang couldn't find her, so she would rather hide at home and cry than ask others for help. They must have thought that Yang had eloped with her lover and didn't want such a shameful thing to be known to everyone.

"Then remember to tell mother next time you go out, otherwise I will be upset." Yang also felt that her reaction was a bit exaggerated. Her daughter-in-law assured her again and again that if she continued to hold on to it, there would definitely be a rift. So she simply wiped away all her tears and stopped crying.

He Zhan pushed the cart into the yard. Yang took a look at the full load of things in the cart and believed Song Huiling's words even more. However, just as she felt relieved, she immediately felt worried again. After a pause, she swallowed her doubts back into her heart.

Song Huiling instructed He Zhan to move the things out of the cart and place them one by one in the corresponding corners of the kitchen.

After all the things were put away, He Zhan cornered Song Huiling and said in a grim tone, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Song Huiling bit her lower lip nervously and blinked her eyes rapidly, not knowing what was going on.

He Zhan held her chin with his hand and forced her to look up at him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Just now at the coal mine, you were in such a hurry to go home, why didn't you tell me the reason?"

Song Huiling's heart skipped a beat. Did she dare to say it?

It was already bad luck that she met Xie Yunsui by chance today and was caught by him. If he knew that she left home without telling Yang, he would insist that she was going to meet her lover. What if he killed her in a rage?

Drag her home. Even if he is angry, with Yang protecting her, at least her life can be saved.

Some things are useless to explain. The more you explain, the more confusing it becomes. Song Huiling deliberately avoided the question and looked at He Zhan. Tears started to flow and she said aggrievedly, "Husband, I'm sorry. Please don't be so fierce. I'm scared."

She begged for mercy, but deep in her heart, an angry voice rang out: Damn it, if I could beat you, would I need to explain to you? I would have slapped you to death long ago!

Thinking of the scene where Song Huiling vomited blood on the road just now, He Zhan was still frightened. He was afraid that he would make Song Huiling angry again, so he slowly loosened his hand: "Control your temper and don't be so flustered."

He couldn't understand Song Huiling. What could be more important than her own life? She had already decided to leave without telling her mother. The only consequence was that she would have to spend more time to comfort her mother after she came back. But she was in a hurry to come back, so anxious that she even vomited blood. If she was not careful, her life would be lost.

He Zhan's expression was unpredictable. Song Huiling didn't want to ask, nor did he dare to ask, so he nodded reluctantly.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and just when she didn't know what to do, a loud voice outside the yard saved her: "Is this General He's house? I'm here to deliver coal powder."

He Zhan walked out of the kitchen and, together with the coal mine servant, brought in the coal ash and piled it under an eaves.

After the servant left, Yang looked at the coal ash piled up into a small hill, feeling very puzzled. When she asked He Zhan how much he had spent on buying this pile of coal ash, she sighed repeatedly.

Winter has passed. It is February now. Even if it is cold, it is not bone-chillingly cold. There is no need to burn anthracite for heating. What's the point of bringing a pile of anthracite ash into the house?

"Is this also Hui Ling's idea?" Yang asked, pointing to the small hill in front of them.

He Zhan nodded: "Yeah."

Yang glanced towards the kitchen and saw Song Huiling counting things. She pulled He Zhan and went into the woodshed.

There were only so many ingredients in total, and there was nothing to count. The reason why Song Huiling stayed in the kitchen and was reluctant to leave was simply because she was afraid of facing He Zhan.

After counting the ingredients, Song Huiling began to plan what to eat today and tomorrow. Suddenly, she heard the yard become quiet. She looked outside the yard, but saw no one. She walked out of the kitchen and was about to shout when she heard someone whispering in the woodshed, so she quietly walked over.

woodshed.

Yang knew that He Zhan had advanced half a year's military pay and Song Huiling had squandered it all in one day. She almost fainted. She was so angry that she crossed her hands and clenched them tightly in front of her chest, gritting her teeth and said, "Huiling is making a fuss, why are you making a fuss too? Twelve taels of silver! It's enough for her medicine for six days. We have enough rice at home, so we can just eat our fill, but if we run out of medicine, it will be fatal! Huiling's medicine is only enough for seven days. The doctor said that she needs to take medicine for another three months at least. But the family can't afford a single penny. We finally got some money, but it was wasted like this!"

He Zhan didn’t think Yang’s worry was a big deal. As long as Song Huiling didn’t want to die, he would not let her stop taking the medicine even at the risk of her life.

"Mother, she has to take medicine and eat. She is a daughter of an official family and her body is delicate. She only eats white rice every day. Even if you feed her medicine, her body will not necessarily recover. Don't worry about the money. I will find a way." He Zhan comforted her, but Yang was still worried.

He Zhan walked over and patted her shoulder, trying to change his tone to ease her anxiety: "Alas, mother, who told you to only use good looks as a criterion to find a daughter-in-law? Now you find someone who looks good but is useless. Don't worry, if I say there is a way, then there really is a way. If I can't renew the medicine money by the deadline, I will bury myself and Song Huiling together."

His words not only failed to comfort Yang, but also earned Yang a beating: "You damn child, you are just talking nonsense!"

Outside the door, Song Huiling, who was eavesdropping, froze all over, took difficult steps and left quietly. She said that He Zhan had extreme ideas, and she would not give him the opportunity to bury her.

After Song Huiling left, she returned to the kitchen. Looking at the newly bought ingredients, she suddenly felt a heavy burden on her shoulders. It turned out that raising her was so expensive. The cost of her medicine for one day was equal to He Zhan's military pay for one month. If she wanted the medicine to cure her illness, she would have to spend another 180 taels of silver, which was equivalent to He Zhan's military pay for more than seven years.

Her life is so precious!