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

While walking on the street, it suddenly started to drizzle. He Zhan hurriedly protected Song Huiling and found a roof to shelter from the rain.

The weather was bad, but Song Huiling was in an extremely bright mood. The days seemed to be getting more and more promising.

Now she has enough medicine to buy and still has some savings after paying off her debts. She plans to take good care of herself in the next ten days and doesn't want to set up the stall anymore. She will make other plans after the Qingming Festival when the weather is clear and warm.

The prerequisite for her to rest and recuperate was the timely money that He Zhan brought.

Thinking that this was the silver He Zhan had earned by licking his blood, she couldn't bear it for a moment, staring at He Zhan and said seriously: "Husband, when I recover, let me make money to support the family, you stay in the army and don't take any dangerous missions."

When she said this, she had completely forgotten that He Zhan would be a villain who would dominate the world in the future. It was all her true feelings.

He Zhan looked at Song Huiling without blinking: "Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I won't let you run around outside."

Song Huiling thought, what if he died?

"He Zhan, do you like me?" She asked very directly what was in her mind.

If you don't like her, why would you risk your life to make money for her?

"Song Huiling." He Zhan called her coldly, without any tenderness on his face, "Can you please stop flattering yourself? Even if it's not you, if someone else becomes my wife, as long as she doesn't act like a demon, I will still treat her well. This is the responsibility of a husband."

Song Huiling was originally a little touched, but He Zhan's words immediately extinguished all thoughts.

Thank you so much, the villain is pretty nice!

After the rain stopped, Song Huiling took He Zhan to the city to buy food.

Apart from rice, and the unsold glutinous rice noodles and fillings for making soup cakes, there was nothing else in stock at home. She had to make some food that could be stored for a while on the days when she was not setting up the stall.

It was another round of big purchases: mung beans, red beans, yellow beans... Song Huiling bought thirty kilograms of beans of various colors.

I bought more than ten pounds of lard, intending to boil it and fill the oil bowl at home.

Five pounds of pork belly, ready to be made into soft-boiled pork and braised pork.

There were also other groceries and various fresh meats and vegetables, which all added up to form a small mountain.

He Zhan definitely could not take these things away by himself, but the cart he borrowed from the army last time was still at He's house. Song Huiling was embarrassed to ask him to borrow it again, so he simply hired a donkey cart to take them back.

Today, I spent less than four taels of silver to buy medicine for He Zhan, and to hire a donkey cart to buy food. After deducting the silver that needs to be returned to Sun Zhang, the total amount of silver available for use in the family is less than nine taels.

If we save this money, it will be enough for a family of three to use for several months.

But Song Huiling's mind began to become active again, thinking about how to use this silver to make more silver.

She sells food just to save up capital for starting a business. Her ultimate dream is to build a super tea garden of her own in Qianzhong.

I hope to realize the dream that I couldn’t realize in my previous life because I died early in this life in this world.

When she drove the donkey cart back home and unloaded the goods in piles, Yang looked embarrassed again.

When the driver drove the donkey cart away, Yang finally couldn't hold it in anymore. However, this time she did not call He Zhan into the woodshed alone. Instead, she scolded him directly in front of Song Huiling.

"Why are you buying so many things again? You start jumping as soon as you have a little money in your pocket! Can you save the money for Hui Ling's medicine first?"

Of course Yang knew that all these things were bought by Song Huiling, but she couldn't scold her daughter-in-law directly, so she had to put the blame on her son.

While speaking, Yang punched He Zhan a few times.

Seeing that the fist was about to land on He Zhan's chest, Song Huiling quickly grabbed Yang and said, "Mom, I went to see Doctor Yu today. He said that my body has recovered very well and I only need to take medicine for another ten days. From now on, you don't have to worry about the money for medicine anymore."

"Ah Zhan, is this true?" Yang didn't quite believe it and asked He Zhan for confirmation.

He Zhan said calmly, "Mother, it's true."

Yang was surprised and happy, and her tears welled up in her eyes. She turned and went into the main room, sat down on the ground and began to cry loudly.

Song Huiling and He Zhan hurriedly followed him in. The main room was dark and cramped, with a deep red shrine cabinet inside, on which were enshrined a statue of Bodhisattva and a spirit tablet on each side.

On the black spirit tablet, a row of large golden characters were written vertically in the middle - the spirit tablet of the late father He Gong Renwang. This is the spirit tablet of He Zhan's father He Tao.

Yang looked up at the spirit tablet on the altar, crying and saying, "My son's father, you finally showed up! Did you see it? Our daughter-in-law is finally well again!"

She has been almost suffering from a heart attack these days, as the money for her daughter-in-law's medicine has always been like a huge mountain weighing on her mind.

She knew better than anyone where her son's money came from. It was earned by hanging his head on the waistband of his pants.

The same goes for my daughter-in-law, who has to set up a stall to make money despite her sick body.

This time, the family no longer has to worry about the money for daughter-in-law's medicine and can live a peaceful life.

Her silver comb was lost, so it was lost...

Song Huiling and He Zhan looked at each other, walked forward, and helped Yang up from the left and right.

The two men helped Yang to sit down in the yard, and she cried for a long time before her voice gradually became quieter.

When Yang had almost vented her emotions, Song Huiling stepped forward to comfort her.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law folded their hands, sat face to face and talked to each other for a full half hour before they stopped.

During this period of time, He Zhan was like a invisible person. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were so engrossed in their conversation that they simply ignored him.

He suddenly felt that he was redundant and that he shouldn't be in this family.

After the chat, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law even went to work together, leaving him alone.

Song Huiling planned to grind soy milk tomorrow. After telling Yang, Yang started to soak the soybeans and clean the hand-cranked stone mill in the yard.

Song Huiling carried the pork fat into the kitchen, preparing to boil the lard and fill the oil bowl.

Just as I put on my apron, a voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Song Huiling turned around and exclaimed, then he remembered that there was a person named He Zhan in his family.

Seeing the confusion in Song Huiling's eyes that didn't seem like a disguise, He Zhan was even more speechless. He really forgot that he was at home.

Song Huiling immediately dismissed him: "No need, considering you are a patient, I will let you rest for three days."

Doctor Yu's words gave her a very positive psychological hint. She now felt less out of breath and had more energy to work.

After lighting the stove, place an iron pot and fill it with water, then put a whole piece of pork fat onto the chopping board, pick up the kitchen knife, and cut the pork fat into small pieces neatly.

He Zhan tried to intervene several times, but Song Huiling didn't give him any chance.

He just stood there dejectedly, feeling a little lost as to what to do.

Song Huiling was cutting pork fat when he suddenly looked up and glanced at He Zhan, asking casually, "By the way, I don't think I know your courtesy name yet. Your father's surname is He, his given name is Tao, and his courtesy name is Renwang. What about you?"

He Zhan's dark eyes were as still as a well: "I don't have a courtesy name."