I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

"Master, you still have the nerve to ask? Tongzi is vomiting!!!"

"I originally didn't want to accept it, but I forced them to accept it. Now it's okay, green smoke is coming out..."

The system's crying successfully made Song An Ning laugh, and she coaxed him patiently: "Tongzi is the best, you are the most fragrant. I will give you a name, and you will be called Xiangxiang from now on."

The society is full of tricks, and Tongzi has obviously never been beaten by the society. He is very simple and can be coaxed into submission with just a few words.

"Then I will be Xiangxiang from now on. This Tongzi also has a name, hehe."

At noon, the family had a simple meal. After a heavy rain, the sky suddenly cleared up.

It had rained and the mountain road was slippery. Every time he stepped on the mud, Song An Ning gave up the idea of going up the mountain.

"Ayuan, you stay home and look after mother. I'll take Ayue to town."

It’s not that Song Anning is partial. After Wang Ying’er went crazy, she only recognized these three children and started yelling when others approached her.

"This time, I'll take Ah Yue with me. Let the doctor in town take a look at the wound on her head to prevent it from leaving a scar. I'll take Ah Yuan with me in a few days."

After all, he was a child. When he learned that he had to stay at home to look after the house, Song Zeyuan could not hide his disappointment on his face. The next moment, he heard Song Anning say:

"I'm going to buy you some candy today. Children who are looking after the house, have an extra piece. It will be like this from now on."

Children's emotions come and go quickly. Song Zeyuan, who was a little unhappy just now, has already brought a small stool and sat down at the door obediently: "Sister, look, Ayuan is already watching the house. Come back early."

The two sisters went out with their backpacks on their backs, and after hurrying, they finally caught up with the ox cart going to the town. There was only one seat left, so Song An Ning held A Yue in her arms. Seeing this, the driver only accepted the fare from Song An Ning.

"Look, Guizhi, I just got some money from you yesterday, and they're already going into the city today."

As soon as these words were spoken, Song An Ning saw that Widow Song and her good sister Wen were sitting on the other side of the car. Guizhi was Widow Song's name.

Perhaps because she was frightened by Song An Ning yesterday, Widow Song just turned her head and glanced at her without saying anything.

Wen, fearing she wouldn't be able to stir up trouble, continued to fan the flames: "A money-losing girl who grew up in the village, do you really think she's a town girl? She's asking for two taels of silver for a little scratch...

He is so lucky. If we had a relative who was a village head, we would also have such good fortune..."

It would be fine if he just talked about himself, but now he is involving Song Erhe. Song An Ning can't tolerate this.

He handed Ah Yue to the care of the aunt next to him and turned around to grab Wen's hair.

"Bullshit! Your father's coffin must have leaked and he's jumping around like that? You're just eating sunflower seeds while giving birth, and your mouth is never idle.

I beat them yesterday but not you, but you came to me today?"

"Ah...you little bitch, um..."

It happened that Wen was carrying a basket of big radishes on her back. Song An Ning took out a radish and stuffed it into Wen's mouth, his eyes so cold that they could freeze into ice.

"Yeah, you're a bitch, you don't even ask for money and let people beat you up.

I'm going to say this today. If anyone dislikes me, Song An Ning, and comes to me to complain, and dares to use my name to frame my second grandfather, I will have a good talk with them in front of the whole village.

Come on! Follow me back to the village!"

The ox cart was moving slowly, so Song An Ning jumped off the cart and pulled Wen down with her.

"Ning girl, she's just mean-spirited, don't bother with her."

"Ms. Wen, quickly apologize to Miss Ning. Have you forgotten what the headmaster said yesterday?"

Wen, who just wanted to vent her anger just now, has become more clear-headed. The head of the village just told her not to cause trouble yesterday, and she did it today. She will definitely not be able to stay in Banyue Village.

People who are driven out of the village, without houses or land, are called refugees.

"No, I won't go back, Song girl, I was wrong, isn't that okay? You're just talking nonsense..."

Guizhi, I am speaking for you, so why don’t you say something?”

Widow Song's mouth twisted, "I didn't ask you to help me. Hu Zi was the one who bullied me first. My family apologized and compensated me. The matter was settled yesterday. Who are you trying to offend by bringing it up today?"

Yesterday, Widow Song also realized that the people she was on good terms with were good sisters on weekdays, but they ran faster than anyone else when something happened.

When she got home that night, she calmed down and thought about it. Song Anning's behavior yesterday was quite different from before. Before, she was not very clever, dull, and a jerk. Now she is smart and courageous, and now she is also working diligently to make money.

His second grandfather is the head of the village, and his younger uncle is a student. He is about to pass the imperial examination and will probably achieve great things in the future.

She is a widow, and she is really crazy to offend the Song family because of a fight between her children.

Everything that needs to be said has been said. The speed at which news spreads in the village is unimaginably fast. Song An Ning believes that within two days, today's events will spread throughout Banyue Village.

The goal was achieved, and Wen admitted her mistake. She sat back on the ox cart and smiled gently at the people around her.

"..."

The ox cart was back on the road. The dozen or so people on board were silent, not even chatting. Wen sat at the edge and cried for a long time, lowering her head with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Half an hour later, the ox cart arrived at Ping'an Town. Song An Ning carried A Yue and went straight to the clinic, but was turned away as soon as she arrived at the door.

"Go away, go away, where did this beggar come from? This is a clinic, not a restaurant. Go beg somewhere else..."

"..."

This was the first time she was humiliated since coming here, and she was left disheveled in the wind holding the child.

The decoration of Wanhetang is very gorgeous, not much like a medical clinic. There is a couplet on the door: Good doctors with great virtues write the history, and skilled doctors and benevolent doctors shoulder the responsibility of morality.

"A good doctor? A virtuous person? A benevolent doctor? A righteous man? This behavior doesn't fit the couplet... Forget it, let's go somewhere else..."

But after walking around a few streets, I found the same Wanhetang, and the way they drove people away was almost the same.

No, the original owner had been to Ping'an Town before and had been to the clinic with his mother, but he had never heard of the Wanhetang that was everywhere on the street.

"Girl, you've gone to the wrong place. We ordinary people have to go to the west of the city to see a doctor."

The aunt selling wontons was stirring the soup in the pot, wanting to say something but stopping herself. She only spoke a few words of reminder because she felt sorry for the two children.

Seeing that the aunt wanted to say something but didn't dare to, Song Anning's gossip fire burned fiercely. Then he waved his hand and said, "Aunt, give me a bowl of wontons."

The wonton lady took the five cents and smiled so hard that her teeth showed, "Okay!"

When the wontons were served, Song Anning casually asked, "Where is the original medical clinic in this town?"

She asked, and the wonton lady quickly brought a small stool and said, "Listen to me..."

The wonton auntie's cooking skills are good. The wonton wrapper is thin and the filling is large. One bite is delicious and warms the tongue. The two sisters ate with great satisfaction, and the wonton auntie was talking about it with her mouth full of saliva.

After feeding the last wonton to Song Anyue, Song An Ning finally understood what happened in the town.