The couple has poured all their love and effort into her.
In Yu Tingwan’s mory, there were many won gossiping behind the scenes.
So even went to Mrs. Yu to criticize.
"This won’t do. You’re making your man childless. He says he doesn’t mind, but how can you accept it with such thick skin? What use are daughters? They’ll marry out eventually."
"Listen to my advice, take dicine if you need to, see a doctor if necessary. That Wang family woman from the street took dicines for five years and then ashes for half a year, and she’s pregnant now."
Mrs. Yu was gentle by nature and never argued with them.
But Yu Tingwan was furious at that ti.
The little girl clenched her fists.
"Doesn’t Mother get angry?"
Mrs. Yu held her in her arms, smiled, and touched her head.
"Life is lived for oneself."
"Your father treats us both well, gives us the best food and clothing. How can those people not be jealous?"
"Their n are not as capable, caring, or good as your father. They didn’t marry right; I feel sorry for them."
When those won saw Mrs. Yu didn’t respond, they went to Yu’s father instead.
"Yu Biao Master, you have money, but don’t be foolish. Every man strays, we know you value feelings, but for the sake of offspring, you must find a way. Anyway, your wife is gentle, even if you keep another woman outside and have children, she won’t make a fuss."
Yu’s father imdiately darkened his face and drove them all out.
He coldly spoke out.
"Are you so full that you’re ddleso? Who do you think you are? My family’s business is none of your concern."
"What’s wrong with daughters? I just love my Yaoyao! I want to adorn her and her mother with gold and silver, to live a good life. Your families might have sons, many offspring, but you’re tightening your belts and borrowing money everywhere just to manage."
"Just because my wife is kind, does it an I should bully her? I worked hard to marry her, not to make her suffer!"
"Why rush for a child? I don’t want her to suffer."
Thinking of these matters, the amusent in Yu Tingwan’s eyes deepened.
She looked at Hui Niang.
"It’s good that the Zhao Family is around, having such neighbors."
The young woman thought for a mont.
"Let’s prepare so food, Mother’s skills are excellent, surely better than what’s bought outside, and homade is cleaner, it can serve as snacks for the little ones."
Hui Niang agreed, finding it reasonable.
"Alright, I’ll follow your lead."
After speaking, she started to worry again.
"When we passed by the dicine shop last ti, didn’t we pass a rouge shop? Young won love to dress up, make sure you buy so."
Hui Niang looked at Yu Tingwan’s face sared with stove soot, feeling distressed.
Young won love to look pretty, who likes to sar such stuff on their face?
With Wan Niang’s tender skin, long-term use might cause a rash.
But there wasn’t much choice.
The girl’s beauty stood out too much in the county; being cautious was best.
Hui Niang advised, "Use it at ho."
She added, "Buy so winter cream for your face too, the Du Family’s daughter-in-law said it works wonders."
"Don’t neglect yourself."
Yu Tingwan sighed: "I don’t need it."
She was quite carefree.
Back then, she only bought ointnt for chilblains when it beca unbearable, her hands both itchy and painful, any further neglect and they would rot.
Hui Niang chided, "Seeing you dress up makes Mother happy."
She continued, "Lang will definitely be fond when he sees it."
Yu Tingwan: ...
That probably wouldn’t be the case.
After all, Wei Zhao couldn’t... perform; no matter how pretty she was, it wouldn’t matter.
As mother and daughter-in-law conversed, they arrived at the door.
Hui Niang opened the door, attempting to speak, but her expression froze.
The smile on Yu Tingwan’s lips stiffened as well.
Could soone tell her,
why there was a big pit in front of the door?
Who dug this!!!
And it was very round!
And very deep!
She... couldn’t get out.
Hui Niang angrily exclaid, "Who’s so an!"
Yu Tingwan wasn’t sure.
She furrowed her brow, puzzled.
This day and age, would soone really go crazy and dig a hole at soone else’s door?
Yet strangely, it seed familiar.
Not to ntion... it resembled the pits on Xilin Village’s mountain.
Just then, so activity was heard from the Zhao Family ahead.
Mrs. Zhao, holding her baby daughter, stuck her head out.
She had a round face, very affable.
But now, accompanied by confusion.
"Is your family planning..."
Lady Zhao asked rather tactfully, "Did you think the road was uneven and are fixing it?"
Don’t bla her for asking; she was just too curious.
Next door, the Wei Family was quite mysterious.
Crows were always cawing atop their house.
Yesterday, the husband was teaching the daughter to recite Three Character Classic in the yard.
The daughter hadn’t morized it.
Oh, but the crow did.
It was hopping up and down under the eaves all morning.
"Human nature is inherently good, inherently similar, nurture diverges..."
This cleverness stunned both her and her husband.
Mr. Zhao nodded continuously: "Good! Good! This bird is smart, as if possessing wisdom. Those parrots sold outside are no match. Our Nannan surely will morize it after hearing it enough!"
Hearing her husband’s words, Lady Zhao found it very plausible.
There was more mystery behind.
Mr. Zhao, after morning al, was ready to assist at the Post Station.
There were limited officials remaining, and too many folks coming to voice grievances daily.
For the mont, it was too busy, so nearby academy’s scholars helped register.
But he just turned a corner and ca right back.
Mr. Zhao returned with shock on his face: "What kind of people live next door?"
"Why do they look so extraordinary?"
"What happened?"
In a speechless manner, Mr. Zhao told his wife: "You might not know, the poem I wrote yesterday got blown next door by the wind, when I went there to fetch it, it ended up in that sickly lad’s hand."
The boy was over twenty years younger than him.
Mr. Zhao’s scholarship was among the best in the county, he had the pride of a scholar, yet he was exceptionally humble.
"So I said it wasn’t good. Asked for it back."
"He actually said! He actually said it indeed was laughable."
Mr. Zhao felt unconvinced.
Then... then, he was advised by Wei Zhao.
And... greatly benefited from it.
Mr. Zhao sighed: "It’s indeed true there are always people better than oneself. He doesn’t talk much, but his words carry weight, had he not been in poor health, he surely would have succeeded in the imperial exams."
"His wife and mother also seem unusual."
Mr. Zhao: "You might not know, those two, at night out of fullness, dug a huge pit at the door."
"After all, it’s manual labor, not sothing Little Wei could have done."
...
At the mont, facing Lady Zhao’s inquiry, Yu Tingwan’s smile was stiff.
Yu Tingwan: "Wasn’t us who did it."
Lady Zhao: "Ah? Then who did it?"
Yu Tingwan: "Don’t know."
Just as the words landed, the voice of the crow ca.
"Human nature is inherently good, inherently similar, nurture diverges, if uncultivated, nature changes..."
The crow circled above the pit.
But as it recited, it digressed.
Suddenly recalling sothing, the crow tilted its head, calling loudly and heart-wrenchingly.
"Caiying!"
"Caiying! Give a son!"
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