The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

Looking at their receding figures, Aunt Zhou seemed to feel the long-lost tranquility. However, at a glance, she saw the swollen marks on her son Jiang Xunzhong's face from being hit by Fang Qin, and anger suddenly burned in her chest.

Fang Qin's behavior was becoming more and more outrageous, and she even attacked her own husband.

Suddenly, Aunt Zhou was shocked. It seemed that she often used violence against Jiang Xunzhong.

Once this thought came to my mind, looking at what Fang Qin did, I actually felt a sense of absurdity that "the disciple is better than the master".

Not wanting to continue to be entangled in these complicated thoughts, Aunt Zhou decided to let it go for the time being and take advantage of the moment of tranquility to close her eyes and rest.

However, just as she closed her eyes, Jiang Youfu stumbled over, his little hands tightly pulling at the corner of her clothes, muttering repeatedly: "Fang Qin... idiot..."

This monotonous and repetitive childish talk made Aunt Zhou more and more irritated, but thinking of the child's innocence, she still suppressed her displeasure and tried to answer gently: "Mother knows that I didn't find a gentle mother for you, but mother is really not feeling well today. You go play outside for a while and let mother rest for a while..."

There was a barely perceptible hint of helplessness and fatigue in his words.

Jiang Youfu, although his mind seemed to remain at a certain immature stage, the innocence deep in his heart made him instinctively perceive that even if the person in front of him had a bad expression, he did not have any ill intentions.

Therefore, he became more and more anxious, and muttered incoherently: "Fang Qin...idiot...", and every word seemed to contain some kind of magic that he thought was in it. He thought that such simple repetition could bring rich food and warm soup like a spell.

However, among the people present, except Su Yu, no one could understand the deeper meaning of his words. Even Fang Qin, whom he mentioned, looked confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Aunt Zhou seemed quite helpless in the face of Jiang Youfu's chattering.

She tried to explain to him in simple and straightforward language why such nonsense would not bring her food, but it was obvious that the bridge of communication could not be built between the two.

Aunt Zhou tried to wave her hands to drive him away, but Jiang Youfu seemed to be rooted there and did not move at all.

This helpless dilemma gave Aunt Zhou a splitting headache, as if the taut string in her brain was about to break. In the end, she had no choice but to resort to an escape strategy. She pulled up the quilt, covered her head, and turned a deaf ear to the noise from the outside world. No matter how much Jiang Youfu made a fuss, she remained unmoved.

In stark contrast, the world of Su Yu and Jiang Ziling seems like a pure land, peaceful and harmonious.

Jiang Ziling was concentrating on handling the cloth in his hands. Each piece was carefully cut into even small squares, and then carefully smeared with the paste prepared by Su Yu, and stacked two by two to prepare to make a jacket.

Su Yu stood aside, following Jiang Ziling's instructions, carefully spread out the pieces of cloth and placed them on the clothesline in the yard, enjoying the sunshine and waiting for time to dry.

When Jiang Ziling paused, Su Yu couldn't help but ask doubtfully about the next step, his tone full of desire to learn.

"We have to wait for the coat to dry completely. It should be ready tomorrow."

Jiang Ziling's reply was full of patience, as he knew very well that these complicated crafts were not easy to understand for beginners.

Su Yu nodded slightly, admitting in his heart that his knowledge in this area was almost blank.

Although she used to live in seclusion in the mountains with her master, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the world and enjoying the gifts of nature, it did not mean that they were separated from life. It was just that all their daily needs were taken care of by their master, so she did not need to do it herself.

At this moment, she was mixing flour and water in the right proportion and placing it in a warm place to ferment, planning to steam a basket of soft steamed buns for dinner in the evening.

At the same time, she thought that since she had received Mrs. He's generous gift, she should naturally give something back, so she planned to distribute some freshly baked steamed buns. This was a simple etiquette in the countryside and also a manifestation of neighborly love.

The original plan was to make some more sticky rice dumplings in case of emergency, but considering that Xier has been unwell recently and is not suitable for eating difficult-to-digest food, this idea has to be put on hold for the time being.

Su Yu noticed that Xier had no interest in the porridge for breakfast and lunch, and did not eat a single bite, which made him worried.

Recalling that her master once praised the steamed buns she made for being sweet and delicious, perhaps this homely delicacy could arouse Xier's appetite and bring her some comfort.

Just as Su Yu was busy in the kitchen, the steam from the steamer slowly rose, foreshadowing the warmth of dinner, but an unusual noise was heard outside the yard.

Jiang Xunzhong led Si Niang into the courtyard. Every step the crutch in Si Niang's hand took was accompanied by a crisp yet harsh sound. This unusual sound penetrated the air and attracted Su Yu's gaze to the outside of the door.

What caught my eye was the old woman with silver hair and wrinkled face standing next to Jiang Xunzhong.

The old woman's presence made Su Yu feel an indescribable strange atmosphere.

The snow-white hair and deep wrinkles on her face silently tell of the vicissitudes of life. However, her steady steps and clear-minded speech and behavior make people wonder whether this is really the state that an elderly person can have.

Through the conversation fragments between Jiang Xunzhong and the old woman, Su Yucai suddenly realized that this seemingly extraordinary old man actually came to "exorcise evil spirits" for Aunt Zhou.

For a moment, Su Yu felt mixed emotions.

The word "exorcism" reminded her of what Aunt Zhou had said about the "evil spirit" last night, and she sneered inwardly.

In her opinion, if one is really ill, the right thing to do is to seek medical treatment. Being superstitious about these mysterious things will only backfire and lead to loss of both life and wealth.

Adhering to the principle of "mind your own business", Su Yu originally wanted to turn around and return to Jiang Ziling to share this subtle irony, but unexpectedly, Si Niang's words behind him sounded like thunder, full of shock and disbelief: "How could a dead soul from another world show up here?"

This sudden questioning filled the air with an unusual atmosphere, and everything seemed to be developing in an even more confusing direction.

Su Yu's heartstrings suddenly tightened, his steps stopped involuntarily, his body turned slightly, and his eyes passed through the gaps in the crowd and locked onto the old woman's deep eyes.

Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all disguises and barriers in the world and look directly into the depths of people's souls, causing a chill to surge in her heart.

Since coming to this strange world, those invisible yet powerful forces have been following him like a shadow, making Su Yu both awed and curious.

This seemingly ordinary old woman might really possess some unknown secrets, otherwise why could she say such words and point directly to her identity as a dead soul from another world?

In an instant, Su Yu's thoughts jumped like lightning, and countless possibilities flashed quickly in his mind - what if it was regarded as something ominous.