After being divorced, I took care of my two children and reached the peak of my life

When everyone saw the blood on Old Lady Huang's legs, which had soaked her pants, they were all shocked. They didn't understand how someone who was fine just now could suddenly have legs like this.

However, when everyone saw her howling on the ground, no one intended to go forward to help. No one had a good impression of this old woman at all.

Everyone gathered here just now because they were worried that Wang Yan'er would be beaten to death by this old woman. They hesitated and wanted to go forward to help. Now that they saw that they couldn't beat Wang Yan'er, they simply left and left her howling on the ground.

Old Lady Huang saw that she had been howling for a long time but no one paid any attention to her, and her eyes fell fiercely on Wang Yan'er.

"Little whore, what are you still standing there for? Can't you see that my leg is injured? Come here quickly and help me back."

After hearing what Old Lady Huang said, Wang Yan'er struggled to get up and walked towards Old Lady Huang with a wooden expression.

When Han Yiyi saw Wang Yan'er like this, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he felt an indescribable anger in his heart. He wanted to go up and grab her arm and slap Old Lady Huang twice in the face.

However, seeing the blood flowing from Old Lady Huang's leg, Han Yiyi looked at Nangong Yuan with some doubts, but when he saw the simple stupidity in Nangong Yuan's eyes, he dispelled his doubts.

In fact, Han Yiyi's suspicion was correct. The wound on Old Lady Huang's leg was caused by Nangong Yuan.

It turned out that Nangong Yuan had also heard what Aunt Zhang said just now, and even saw Han Yiyi wanting to rush over to save people. Perhaps he didn't want Han Yiyi to get into trouble, or perhaps he didn't want to see a woman being bullied like this.

Nangong Yuan threw a stone at Old Lady Huang's leg. Because he used his internal force, blood immediately flowed out. However, Nangong Yuan also controlled the strength, otherwise Old Lady Huang's leg would have been crippled.

Seeing that Han Yiyi was still filled with righteous indignation, Aunt Zhang sighed and spoke.

"Oh! Yan'er, she has suffered a lot since she married into the Huang family. It was fine before, but since old lady Huang came back from the Fan family, she has been treating her daughter-in-law even worse..."

"Doesn't her husband care..."

"Her husband, Dachuan, is also useless. He's lucky he didn't join that old woman Huang in bullying his wife..."

After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she couldn't help but look at Han Yiyi meaningfully.

All right! Aunt Zhang was thinking about Han Yiyi, no, it should be said that it was the way the original owner had been tortured in the past.

The original owner's husband was not a good guy either. Whenever Mrs. Fan tortured the original owner, he always turned a blind eye. Fortunately, the original owner could still make some money by embroidering, otherwise he would not be much better than Wang Yan'er. After all, Mrs. Fan and Mrs. Huang are of the same kind.

"In that case, why not divorce..."

In fact, when Han Yiyi first traveled through time, she also thought about divorcing Fan Ting, but in order to quickly sever ties with that family, she no longer cared about her reputation.

Upon hearing the divorce, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh heavily again.

"It's easier said than done. Her ex-daughter-in-law was tortured to death by old woman Huang, and Yan'er knew nothing about it. It's just that her mother was seriously ill and urgently needed money for treatment. Yan'er married into the Huang family for the eight taels of silver betrothal gift. Moreover, her father died early, and she has a younger brother who is not married yet. Therefore, no matter whether she is divorced or divorced now, it will affect her younger brother's marriage. Alas! Life is already difficult for women in this world, why do women have to make things difficult for other women..."

Listening to Aunt Zhang's words, Han Yiyi felt a trace of sadness, not knowing whether it was for Wang Yan'er or for the original owner...

Han Yiyi looked at the direction Wang Yaner and Mrs. Huang left again. In fact, Wang Yaner was not without a way to resist.

But she did not have the courage and ability to resist. In this ancient society, women had a low status. They had no independent source of income and no right to marry independently. They could only depend on men to survive.

In order to pay for her mother's medical treatment and her brother's marriage, Wang Yan'er had to sacrifice her own happiness and marry a man she didn't like. She also had to endure the abuse and torture of her mother-in-law. She had neither the courage nor the ability to resist this injustice and oppression, and could only endure it silently until the end of her life.

As a time traveler, Han Yiyi is well aware of the difficulties and hardships faced by women, as well as their rights and dignity. She wants to help Wang Yaner and change her fate.

But she also knew that this was not an easy thing. At least Wang Yan'er needed courage, otherwise she would not be able to stand up on her own, and no matter how much others helped her, it would be of no avail.

Han Yiyi let out a deep breath, this time pulled the corners of her mouth and said to Aunt Zhang.

"Auntie, we picked some chestnuts and are going to make sugar-roasted chestnuts. Come over and have some later..."

Hearing Han Yiyi's words, Aunt Zhang also curled the corners of her mouth, looked at the basket in Manager Tong's hand, and said with a smile.

"Okay, the food you make must be good, but I still have to go to the village chief's house to discuss with him about buying land and building a few houses. The children are grown up now, and Daniu is about to get married. These two thatched houses are really not enough to live in..."

"Auntie, you are going to build a house, congratulations..."

"Thanks to you, Da Niu was able to sell some bamboo products and save some money. Otherwise, like we did in the past, it would be impossible for us to have the money to build a house..."

"Auntie, you are too polite. You are really good at cooking..."

Aunt Zhang was in a hurry to go to the village chief's house, so the two of them didn't chat any more.

When Han Yiyi saw that the people had gone far away, she went home with them.

There are no special machines for making chestnuts here, nor are there microwave ovens or rice cookers, so Han Yiyi thought of using the most primitive method to make sugar-roasted chestnuts.

First prepare some fine sand and gravel, clean them, and then dry them. Han Yiyi had prepared this in advance.

Then take the chestnuts out of the burrs and make a cut on the skin of each chestnut. This way, it will be easier to separate the chestnuts when they are fried.

In this way, the preparation work is done. Pour the fine sand into the iron pot and slowly heat it over low heat. When the fine sand is slightly hot, add some white sugar to the fine sand. During this period, the sand needs to be stirred constantly. Of course, this physical work is naturally given to Nangong Yuan.

When all the sugar has melted, pour the chestnuts into the fine sand and continue to stir-fry until the chestnuts open, revealing the golden flesh inside.

Smelling the sweet aroma wafting from the pot, several people couldn't help swallowing.

Han Yiyi endured the heat and quickly took one out of the pot. After peeling it, she stuffed it directly into Nangong Yuan's mouth.