“Qing’er, it's a blessing to have someone like Tang YaZi as your husband.” Yang Huamei turned her head to look at Luo Fengtang who was following behind Yang Ruqing like a bodyguard, and whispered.

“Look, on a night like this, coming back to the village from the mountain, if it's just the two of us, we'd be scared to death, wouldn't we?”

"With him around, things are different! I can now go everywhere and look around without any fear!" Yang Huamei said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing smiled.

He cast another glance back at the tall and imposing figure following him, and his heart felt a sense of security.

Yang Huamei continued, “Qing’er, you have a good eye! You picked a son-in-law who is not only handsome and strong but also kind. My eyesight isn't as sharp as yours!”

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "Auntie, don't say that. I think Uncle Zhuan is quite good."

"What's so great about him? He's just a walking pharmacy, can't lift anything, not even a finger! He's nowhere near as strong as me!" Yang Huamei said with a sneer.

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Yang Ruqing said: “You can’t say it that way. The sense of security men give women has nothing to do with their looks or physical condition. It all comes down to their sense of responsibility.”

“Look at Wǎngfú, he’s tall and strong too, what is he doing with a little wife?”

"In fear and apprehension!"

"Look at your uncle again, he's half a head shorter than your aunt, and he's not very strong either. He's not in good health."

“But, he is my aunt's pillar of support, holding up a whole family.”

"Uncle Chuanzi isn't in good health, it's not his fault. He was born that way. Who doesn't want to be healthy and strong, able to punch a cow to death with one blow?"

“Uncle Qian is very pained himself, so Auntie, you can’t always bring up Uncle Qian’s health. You need to understand him, tolerate him, and show him compassion!” Yang Ruqing followed Yang Huamei as she walked.

Yang Huamei said, "Listening to you say it this way, Chuanzi doesn't seem that bad either? A lot of the time, for many things, his mind turns faster than mine, he's the one who makes the decisions!"

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Yang Ruqing said, "That's right, and your uncle is very kind to you. He listens to everything you say, doesn't he?"

"You've scolded him in front of people several times, and he doesn't dare to get angry with you."

"Little Black is mischievous, you're upset and hit Little Black. Your uncle Tiezi watching from the side feels heartache for him, but in front of the children, he never exposes your act, giving you face."

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Hearing this, Yang Huamei's face was full of emotion.

“That’s right, in these aspects, your father-in-law is truly exceptional. Unlike some men whose tempers flare easily and who, regardless of the number of people present, even in front of their wives' families, can resort to verbal or physical abuse!”

"Besides, your uncle although his body is not good and can't do heavy work in the fields, he is not idle at home either."

"Ever since I learned how to weave baskets from your father, over the past two years, we've calculated that it was all thanks to him weaving those baskets."

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“I sold it in the Wa Market and made nearly three taels of silver.”

"Three taels of silver? That's enough for my family of six to eat, drink, and sleep for a whole year! Isn't that great?" she asked.

“Indeed, quite good!” said Yang Ruoqing.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: "Though disabled in body, the spirit is unyielding."

On second thought, Tie Zi's uncle isn't disabled, he just has a poor constitution.

"Oh..."

The north wind brought a faint, ethereal sound, so out of place that it silenced the two who were chatting merrily.

“Qing'er, did you hear that?”

Yang Huamei nervously gripped Yang Ruoheng's hand, and leaned closer to her.

"No!" Yang Ruoqing said.

She definitely heard that with her ears.

But if she admitted it, Aunt Merle would probably be even more flustered.

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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

“Qinger, didn't you hear? It sounds like someone is crying!” Yang Huamei said again, her eyes darting around nervously.

Yang Ruqing said, "The wind blowing through the forest sounds like that. It's nothing, let's go!"

Yang Huamei nodded, now too afraid to speak. She tightly grasped Yang Ruoqing's arm and followed her step by step.

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She had not taken a few steps when she stopped again, her foot suddenly halting.

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“Qing’er, that voice is here again, it’s a woman crying!” Yang Huamei’s voice trembled.

Yang Ruqing naturally still heard this. Before it was just a voice, very vague,

This time it was two sounds, clearer.

According to the sound, it's not far away.

"I heard something," Yang Ruqing knew that she couldn't just brush it off anymore.

Just as Yang Huamei was speaking, the voice sounded again.

Yang Huamei shivered, hugging Yang Ruqing's arm and burying her head, trembling all over.

Yang Ruqing also stood in place, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

With her exceptional night vision, all she could see within her range of sight were trees, nothing but trees. There was no one else.

“It seems like a woman is crying!” Luofengtang walked over and whispered.

"Even Tang YaZi heard, it's true, it was a female ghost crying!" Yang HuaMei's voice trembled with sobs, her body shaking uncontrollably like someone sifting rice through a sieve.

Yang Ruqing raised her hand and lightly patted Yang Huamei's arm, saying: "Don't panic, we're here!"

Then, she glanced at Luofeng Tang and said, "This crying voice is the one that the villagers often hear in the middle of the night these days."

"It's just that this happened a little too early. We haven't even descended the mountain yet, and these cries have already started."

She said, compared to fear, she was more surprised and curious.

Is there really a ghost in this world?

Where does the sound come from?

Luo Fengtang saw Yang Ruohua's confusion, "You take your aunt down the mountain back to the village first. I'll go around here and check the situation."

Yang Ruqing said, "Let's go together!"

For the sake of potential unknown dangers, she couldn't allow Luofengtang to take risks.

Yang Huamei nervously said, "Don't go look, don't go look! You all don't look, let's hurry back to the village!"

Yang Ruqing glanced at Yang Huamei, whom she wished to hug tightly, and said, "Forget it, Tang YaZi, let's send my aunt home together!"

Luo Fengtang nodded and followed the two women down the mountain, step by step.

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Along the way, he was on high alert, paying close attention to his surroundings.

In my heart, I harbored the same doubts as Yang Ruqing.

That cry, now far and now near, at times sounded as if it were coming from behind a large tree just beside me.

When you go to look, there's nothing there. The next sound that comes is like it's floating on the wind, seeming to be very, very far away.

All in all, it was the sound of a woman crying, definitely not some wild bird from the mountains.

When the three of them crossed the small bridge at the foot of the mountain and walked along the willow grove, they finally arrived behind the village. It was only when they heard the barking of dogs that Yang Huamei finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh my goodness, I was so scared! I'll never walk alone at night again!" She wiped the sweat from her forehead.