"My goodness, Wang Cuilian doesn't seem that old, probably in her forties. It's a real shame if she just leaves like this!" Other women started to express their condolences.

“Last year during the twelfth lunar month, I often heard a female ghost crying. We thought it was Mrs. Qian. What do you think? Could it be...”

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"Oh, Fengzhi, just have some decency! Wang Cuilian hasn't done anything wrong!" Someone started to speak up for Wang Cuilian.

Feng Zhi glared at the woman, “I said what I wanted to say. You can listen if you want, but if you don't, just cover your ears. It’s none of your business!”

Then, Fengzhi turned to the other women beside her whose eyes were gleaming with excitement and said, "Hey, you guys say, if Wang Cuilian dies, where will she be buried?"

"Is it to be buried in Lao Luo's ancestral tomb, waiting for Luo Tiejiang to die a hundred years from now and then be together? Or to be buried with the short-lived man who came before him?"

“I heard that if a widow remarries, when she dies and goes to the underworld,”

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“When the time comes, all the men in front and behind will come to her. The King of Hell will then order her to be cut into several pieces and given to these men. How terrible!”

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"In this month of May, I just can't stand to hear these things anymore. It's depressing!"

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The woman then stood up, picked up the wooden basin beside her foot, and walked away.

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Fengzhi spat at the woman's back, "Nobody is forcing you to listen, being so dramatic!"

The woman's back stiffened, just about to turn around and argue with Fengzhi when she caught sight of the figure walking towards them on the main road. A smile curved the corners of the woman's mouth.

The woman deliberately spoke loudly, "Fengzhi, you've been spreading rumors about Wang Cuilian behind her back. Just say things by the pond and let the water wash them away."

“If you dare to say that in front of Qing'er and the others, your mouth will be ripped apart! You better watch out!”

Feng Zhi sneered, also stood up, crossed her arms and spat fiercely at the woman opposite her by the pond.

“Damn it, I'm not afraid to say that even if that Yang Ruoqing bitch hears about it!”

"What did you hear? My mouth is on my own body, she dares to sew it shut for me?"

Fengzhi said loudly, because she had stood up, her gaze never leaving the woman across from her.

...so engrossed was she that she neglected the glances cast by the women squatting on the periphery, unaware of the approaching danger.

By the time she suddenly realized that something was amiss, because the chatter around this pond had been nonstop about this matter all along, it had become eerily silent.

As soon as she thought something, Fengzhi turned around and happened to meet a pair of sharp eyes.

"Die!"

Yang Ruqing let out a low growl, raised her leg, and kicked Fengzhi into the pond with one kick.

"Plop!"

With a huge splash, Fengzhi was thrown backward into the water. She struggled in the icy pond water, flailing about. Just as she opened her mouth to cry for help, several mouthful of water went down her throat.

"That crying ghost isn't my aunt, it's your Fen Zhi!"

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Yang Ruqing coldly looked at Fengzhi struggling in the pond, dropped this sentence, and turned to leave without looking back.

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She just buried her head and walked her own way. That despicable woman, Fengzhi, spoke such vicious words behind her back; it was as if she were cursing Big Mama!

It's no longer possible to tolerate a woman like Feng Zhi.

Dinner was eaten at Yang Huazhong's house next door. Mrs. Sun had cooked a table full of delicious dishes, both salty and spicy, all of which Yang Ruqing liked.

After gobbling down the meal, he leaned back against the stool and sipped the hot tea Yang Huazhong had brewed for him.

Yang Ruqing let out a comfortable sigh and suddenly remembered a film she had seen before,

Andy Lau's Lei Luo, after a life of ups and downs, stands by the pool in his Canadian mansion in his twilight years.

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A servant from the house came and said that his wife was calling him home for dinner.

At that time, Lei Luo asked the servant, "What do you think people live for?"

The servant couldn't answer because this man desired far too many things in life: money, power, status, beautiful women...

Finally, Lei Luo just spat out two words: Have a meal!

Yes, it's about eating!

For meals, for good meals, for great meals, and for meals shared with loved ones, let's eat for a lifetime!

Life is all about eating!

"Your mother-in-law is fine now. This means a stone has been lifted from your hearts, and you can all sleep soundly." Mrs. Sun poured a cup of tea and sat beside Yang Ruqing, smiling.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, "That's right, tonight I can finally sleep soundly."

"By the way, Mother, there's news from Dayan." Yang Ruqing said.

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“Really? Are you saying you'll be back anytime?” Mrs. Sun asked eagerly.

Yang Ruqing said, "Well, Tang Yazi went to the Ministry of War in Qingan County. The imperial edict for the champion's triumphant return home has already arrived in Qingan County. Da'an is currently on his way, and it is estimated that by the end of January or early February, he will be able to get home."

Mrs. Sun was counting on her fingers, "It's the 10th of January today, so there are more than twenty days left, aren't there?"

Yang Ruqing said, “Over twenty days has passed very quickly, and this trip back to Dangan should allow me to stay at home for a while longer!”

“That’s good, since he started studying, I feel like we haven’t really had a chance to just be close for years.” Mrs. Sun said.

“By the way, as they say in plays, when someone passes the imperial examinations and gets their name on the golden list, it’s followed by a wedding night with flowers and candles... Our big day for An...” Mrs. Sun hesitated mid-sentence.

Yang Ruqing saw the expectation on Mrs. Sun's face and guessed that it must be because Da Jie had gotten married. Her mother was envious seeing this, and also hoped that Da An could get married sooner.

"Mother, are you hoping that Da'an will bring back a bride when he returns this time?" Yang Ruqing teased.

Sun said, "If he truly likes her, of course I would be happy. Da'an is seventeen now and has even passed the imperial examination to become a top scholar. It's time for him to get married."

Yang Ruqing smiled, "Don't worry, there will definitely be daughters-in-law. Our Dangan is so excellent, both talented and beautiful. This trip, when they come back in pairs, let your mother be happy."

Xiaohua just finished washing the dishes in the backyard and returned to the front yard. As she walked past the back door of the main hall, she happened to hear these two sentences from behind her.

Big An, this trip back home, are you bringing your wife?

Who is the young lady from a prominent family in the capital?

Surely they are a good match, right?

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No wonder Big An hadn't come back home for the New Year, he was in the capital city accompanying that young lady...

Xiaohua bit her lip, holding back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes.

She gave up on going into the main room and instead ran back to her own house in the backyard...

This January, Old Yang's family has had one happy event after another.

While Sun and Yang Huazhong were tidying up the backyard in preparation for the return of the top scholar, the Old Yang family's main branch and the fourth branch also began to bustle with activity.