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

The two were silent for a long time. Song Huiling's eyelids gradually drooped and he fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, Yang stood up and shook the wooden bed, causing it to creak. Song Huiling was awakened by the slight noise and also got up.

After I finished tidying up and left the house, the door of the east room next door was still closed.

I looked up and saw that it was a rainy day today. A soft drizzle was floating in the air and a mist was hanging in the air.

The rain was not heavy, as if it had not fallen at all. As the saying goes, every glass of wine can drain your wealth, and a drizzle can only wet your clothes.

Before leaving, Song Huiling and Yang put on their straw hats and raincoats before going out.

After closing the courtyard door, Yang said with a hint of worry, "Is it really okay to leave Ah Mo alone at home?"

Song Huiling pursed her lips and said, "That's probably right. I told him several times last night and made him dozens of soup cakes. Anyway, he won't go hungry."

Yang was worried and muttered in a low voice: "Don't let anyone find out."

Song Huiling was not too worried. The He family lived at the end of Yuntun Village, and their only next-door neighbor was Grandma Wu's family. As long as A'mo didn't make too much noise, he would most likely not be discovered.

Look, she and Yang pushed the cart in and out from another alley these days and were not seen by others.

Not long after walking out of Yuntun Village, Song Huiling saw a shadowy figure in the fog from afar, and the figure seemed to be looking towards her.

After walking a dozen steps forward, Song Huiling took a closer look and exclaimed, "A-Mo, why is it you?"

"Where is the person?" Yang had been pushing the cart all the way. When she heard Song Huiling's words, she raised her head and looked around. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Her pupils trembled and she suddenly raised her voice and asked, "Kid, didn't you agree to stay in the room and not come out?"

Yang parked the car, walked over quickly, grabbed Ah Mo's arm and pulled him back: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, go home before it gets light!"

Ah Mo stretched his arm to the other side, broke free from Yang's hand, and took several steps back, putting a distance of five feet between him and Yang.

Song Huiling raised his hand to adjust his hat, walked up to A'mo, and saw that he was already wet by the drizzle, with fine water droplets hanging on his face. He didn't look like he had just gone out for a short time.

"You didn't leave before us?"

A'mo nodded in response to Song Huiling's doubts.

Song Huiling frowned. She didn't hear any movement. How early did he get up?

"You sneaked out without telling anyone, who are you trying to scare to death?" Yang said as she tried to pull A'mo again. A'mo broke free and took a few steps back.

Yang didn't give up and tried to pull him again. This time, she grabbed one of his arms with both hands and pushed him backwards. However, Ah Mo's arm was only shaken a few times. He still stood firmly in the same place.

Yang's face flushed red, and she lost her temper. She let go of Ah Mo and stood up, saying with an unsteady breath, "You kid, don't you want to set up a stall with us?"

After hearing this, A'mo pointed at Song Huiling, raised his hand, and made a scratching motion on the side of his face.

Song Huiling immediately understood what he meant: "Are you afraid of encountering a situation like yesterday again, and want to come along to protect us?"

This time, A'mo nodded several times vigorously. In the blink of an eye, the mist on his eyelashes condensed into water droplets and slid down one by one. His dark eyes, like those of a young animal, were clear and bright, and he was incredibly well-behaved.

Song Huiling's heart suddenly softened. She walked to the cart, uncovered the rain sheet, took out the straw mat at the bottom, and handed it back to Ah Mo: "Put it on to keep out of the rain. We still have a long way to go."

A'mo took the straw mat, hung it over his head, and casually gathered his upper body around it.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Yang kept silent this time. She thought it would be good to have a man to accompany her.

We braved the drizzle all the way to Turing Pass, but still didn't see any vendors. This was the third day in a row that we had no competitors.

Although it was raining, it wasn't so bad that we couldn't set up our stall.

Song Huiling felt a little bit uneasy amidst her doubts, but this uneasiness was completely dispelled the moment she saw A'mo. With him around, nothing would go wrong.

Before setting up the stall, Song Huiling and Yang built a fire for A'mo alone next to the stone pavilion. His clothes were already soaked, and if they were not dried, the cold air would enter his body.

The stall today is not as peaceful as usual. There are more clumsy men who always get close to Song Huiling intentionally or unintentionally. They are tempted by lustful intentions and want to touch her to take advantage of her.

The moment A'mo took out his scimitar, everyone was frightened and ran away in a hurry, not even taking the ten copper coins they paid from the stall.

There were also those who relied on their numbers and became angry and swarmed around to beat A'mo, but they never got anything good.

A'mo was like a natural warrior. Even without a machete, he could still use his fists to hit the flesh and knock those people to the ground one by one. They begged for mercy and called him grandpa repeatedly.

After all the unexpected events today, Song Huiling suddenly made up her mind that she must find a way to keep A'mo!

After all, Yang was just a woman and her deterrent effect on villains was far less than that of a cruel and ferocious little wolf like A'mo.

What's more, after this period of time, Yang will also have to go to the fields to work. If she wants to do business, she must have a companion. A'mo is the perfect person!

There are far fewer pedestrians today than usual, and when the stall closes on normal days, there is still a lot of glutinous rice noodles and fillings left.

The weather was not good and there were few pedestrians. Song Huiling thought that there were not many things left, so he simply asked Yang and A'mo to pack up and go home.

The coolness on a drizzly spring day slowly penetrates into the body. By the time you realize you are feeling unwell, the chill has already penetrated all through your bones.

On the way back, Song Huiling felt cold, his limbs weak, and his cough became more severe. He coughed and gasped with every step.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead, secretly breathing a sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't have a fever.

A'mo was pushing the cart when he heard Song Huiling coughing. He parked the cart and came over to carry her.

Yang noticed his intention and raised her hand to stop him: "There is a difference between men and women. Hui Ling is a married man, and you are not too young. It is not appropriate for you to carry him."

As she spoke, she walked to Song Huiling, half squatted down, patted her shoulder and gestured, "Huiling, get on, mother will carry you."

Looking at Yang, who was about the same height as her, Song Huiling was hesitating when she saw Yang clench her fist and knock on her arm: "Don't worry, mother can plant several acres of crops by herself, she has plenty of strength."

"Thank you for your hard work, mother." Song Huiling's body softened and she fell on Yang before she could finish her words.

Yang carried her on her back and gently pushed her upwards, holding her with her hands crossed behind her back. She asked in a puzzled voice, "Hui Ling, you've eaten more than me these past few days, how come you haven't gained any weight?"

Hearing the weak panting beside her, Yang frowned again, "Hui Ling, take a few days' rest first, and then go out to the stall after Qingming Festival."

Song Huiling lay on top of Yang and sighed weakly, "Mom, if I remember correctly, my medicine is only enough for today, right? We only earned six or seven taels, which is not enough to cover the medicine costs for a few days. If we don't open the stall, where will we get the money to buy medicine?"