Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

After buying a handful of pomelo leaves, Li Mofu was tired and wanted to go straight back to the yard.

At this time, he saw a group of little kids gathered in a corner of the alley, talking together.

"You actually killed a snake! You are in trouble!" said the child excitedly while dragging a stick in his hand.

"What's the big deal? I can take it back and stew it for my mother." said the child who killed the snake.

"You're still thinking about eating! Don't you know there's a rumor recently?" said the older child.

The child who killed the snake shook his head. "What rumor? I haven't heard of it."

"You haven't heard of it? Come on, tell him about it!" said the child with the stick.

The older children said, "I heard from adults that the East Theater is haunted! We always see white figures passing by at night."

"They are all fake, there is no ghost here! Besides, what does this have to do with snakes?" The child who killed the snake disagreed.

The boy with the stick said, "Listen to what the other person has to say!"

"There was once an actor in that theater who was bought by a rich young man. It is said that he was later hanged to death with a snake!" said the older child.

"The first haunting happened because the troupe ate a snake!"

The child who killed the snake was skeptical and said, "That's the troupe's business. What does it have to do with me?"

"After the troupe was haunted for the second time, the troupe owner hired someone to exorcise the evil spirit. It is said that the ghost was not destroyed but driven out of the theater. Now it is wandering around every corner of the county!" The older child threatened.

The boy with the stick also said, "Look at this snake! It's so strange that it appeared here in the middle of winter. Not only did it appear here, but you just happened to kill it. That's even stranger!"

The child who killed the snake was scared by what they said. As luck would have it, the little kid behind him who had been silent all the time burst into tears. He was so scared that he dropped the snake and ran away with the kid.

As soon as the child who killed the snake left, the child with the stick immediately picked up the snake and said, "Hey, idiot, who would believe such a rumor!"

The older kids were also craving the meat and swallowed their saliva. "Let's go home and divide it up!"

So the two of them ran away quickly.

In the eyes of others, it might just be four kids fighting over snake meat, but in the eyes of Li Mofu and the others...

"When did this rumor come out?" Li Mofu asked.

He is not stupid. The doll was just burned and the rumor about the snake-hanging woman came out. It must be someone who did it on purpose.

Moreover, that person knew very well how to spread the rumor more widely: street vendors, idle children, storytellers, these were either wandering around the county or had a storytelling ability.

Perhaps these rumors also spread in restaurants and brothels, but Li Mofu had not been to those places recently.

"It happened a few days ago," Mo Yi said. "Young Master heard about it while drinking with his colleagues at the restaurant. Later, Shang Jiu investigated the matter and found out that there was indeed a scene at the East Theater. The troupe owner even became ill because of it."

Li Mofu felt very uneasy, and his feeling of unease came from the fact that he could not understand the other party's purpose in spreading this rumor.

After all, they didn't kill the Snake-Hanging Woman, so no matter how much the news spread, it wouldn't arouse the public's anger towards them. Moreover, class was an insurmountable gap here, and few people would revolt against local officials in peacetime.

However, this time Li Mofu's question was soon answered.

A lot of food is prepared on New Year’s Eve, including sweet, salty, sour, spicy and all kinds of flavors.

Li Mofu couldn't stop talking, and his chopsticks kept moving here and there. When Lu Mingyun spoke to him, he would either say "um" or "oh" and continue chewing.

"Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. If I stay at home, I'm afraid many people will come to visit me. Fortunately, nothing happens. Why don't we go to Lingqing Temple on Huaihua Mountain to pray for blessings?" Lu Mingyun said, pressing down Li Mofu's hand that was about to pick up the chopsticks.