Su Qingyue blinked at Aunt Zhang and Ding Erâs wife, and they both understood her meaning.
Listening to Wang Crippled talk was a hundred times more enjoyable than listening to him sing mountain songs.
Anyway, they had nothing to do on the road, so they kept chatting with Wang Crippled.
Talking about which family had a death, which family married, which familyâs sons and wives were unfilial⦠they talked non-stop along the way.
However, Su Qingyue was the wife shared by the Xiao Familyâs three sons, and Wang Crippled, Ding Erâs wife, and Aunt Zhang were all people who knew their place. They deliberately didnât mention this, knowing that sharing a wife was something poor families did.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Su Qingyue was such a good person that they wouldnât expose her embarrassment in front of her.
When they arrived at the town, it was just after seven in the morning. The streets were bathed in the gentle morning light, filled with the ancient cobblestone roads, rows of quaint buildings, and shops. Early morning vendors shouted out their wares from time to time.
The three of them each paid Wang Crippled for the ride and went their separate ways.
Su Qingyue used to come to the sky with a carrying pole to sell ferns, but now she was unburdened and only had taels in her pocket. Having money in her pocket and a calm heart, she knew she wouldnât spend too much, but it was still good.
Her steps were much more lively.
There were many people in the streets, and when they saw Su Qingyueâs face, full of dark scabs, they would be frightened at first sight, and then shake their heads when they looked closely, thinking how could this womanâs face become like this.
They didnât know if she was a pitiful woman who had been domestically abused by her husband, and her face was scarred and scabbed after healing.
Qingyue was quite satisfied. Compared to the last time she was here, there were far fewer disdainful gazes.
Just⦠why were there more sympathetic gazes?
Is being ugly really worth sympathy?
Donât just show sympathy with your eyes, someone come and comfort me with a word.
âGirlâ¦â A man called her from behind.
Speak of the devil. She stopped and turned around to see a man with a very ordinary appearance, someone who wouldnât stand out in a crowd. But she, being a good person, wouldnât despise someoneâs appearance, âWhat can I do for you, young master?â
Comfort me, come on, comfort me.
âGirl, donât call me young master.â He said embarrassedly, âJust call me Ershuan.â
âIsnât that inappropriate? I donât know you very well, do I?â She couldnât help but feel that her comfort was even neglected.
âWeâre familiar, this is our second meetingâ¦â
Second meeting⦠she remembered, âOh, itâs you, the little brother selling umbrellas on the street. Last time I was short on change, you gave me an extra six cents, you couldnât possibly want it back, could you?â Besides that, she couldnât think of any reason for him to stop her, âIf you really want the six cents back, Iâve spent it, donât even think about it!â
âNo, no, no!â He quickly waved his hands, âLast time, Miss Su, you said you were selling stir-fried ferns in the Vegetable Market, so I went there a few days in a row looking for you, but couldnât find you. Later, I heard that you sold the fried fern recipe to the Rich Source Tavern and got fifty taels.â
âYes.â She nodded.
âMiss Su⦠I⦠Iâ¦â The last time he saw her, she was wearing clothes with dozens of patches, looking like a beggar. Now she was dressed in new clothes with embroidery, and her figure was really nice. Her skin seemed to be much more fair and clear than before⦠He had been waiting for her by his street stall every day, watching to see if she passed by again. Her transformation was so significant that he almost couldnât recognize her.
âWhat are you waiting for? Just spit it out.â Because of her unusual appearance, Chen Ershuan, though ordinary-looking, stood out when standing face-to-face, and people passing by stopped to watch the spectacle.