My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

It was a hot afternoon, and along the riverbank, there were not only people carrying water to irrigate their fields, but also little children bathing naked in the river.

Yang Fenglan specifically chose a crowded place, put down her basket, and began washing clothes.

She washed her own clothes, while Shen Yu washed Zhou Jingyi's and the bed sheets.

As Shen Yu was vigorously pounding the clothes, she overheard Yang Fenglan chatting with someone washing wild vegetables nearby.

She moved quietly and listened intently.

“Look at my daughter-in-law, she’s such a good person. She came to do laundry right after we finished eating, and she even said she wanted to do mine too. I couldn’t bear to let her work so hard, so I did it all together.”

"Hey, what do you mean a daughter-in-law should serve the whole family? I don't like hearing that. Who wasn't a daughter-in-law once? My Shen Yu is the best."

Yang Fenglan made no attempt to hide the fact that Shen Yu was eavesdropping, and even raised her voice to make sure Shen Yu could hear her clearly.

The woman washing vegetables whispered, "Tsk tsk, yesterday she was even considering divorce because she didn't want to take care of your son, and now she's praising you. Yang, you're so spineless."

Yang Fenglan chuckled, "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Xiaoyu isn't that kind of person, right, Xiaoyu? You'll take good care of Jingyi, won't you?"

“Yes, Jingyi is my husband. If I don’t take care of him, who will take care of her?” With others around, Shen Yu’s smile was even more natural than Yang Fenglan’s, and she looked gentle and virtuous.

"Listen to that," Yang Fenglan said proudly. "With such a good daughter-in-law, how could I possibly have a temper?"

"Tsk tsk." The woman curled her lip and shook her head, clearly looking down on Yang Fenglan as a mother-in-law.

Marrying a wife isn't like marrying an ancestor; why treat her so well?

A young woman washing clothes not far away looked at Shen Yu with admiration in her eyes: "Shen Yu, your mother-in-law is so good to you."

"Hehe." Shen Yu just smiled and didn't say anything.

Yang Fenglan casually rubbed the clothes and then hung them on the bushes by the river to dry.

Shen Yu was still pounding the bed sheet with her head down.

The scorching sunlight shone on the water's surface, and the light reflected off Shen Yu's face, making her skin appear fair, smooth, and rosy.

That small face, with shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, eyes that always seem to be glistening with moisture, and that sexy little black dot at the corner of her eye…

"Tsk tsk, no wonder she's the female lead, she's really beautiful." Yang Fenglan couldn't help but exclaim.

He looked at himself in the water again; his face was sallow and he looked malnourished, a picture of misery.

"Aunt Zhou, you're here to do laundry too."

Yang Fenglan was frowning when she heard a gentle, pleasant voice coming from behind her.

Turning my head, I saw a handsome young man.

He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a patched long gown. Although the clothes were old, they were very clean.

The man had fair skin and a slender build. Although he was tall, he was thin and looked like the kind of person who could be blown away by the wind.

Yang Fenglan searched the original owner's memories and learned that this person was a scholar in the village who had just passed the imperial examination and was very popular in the village.

Seeing the scholar's gentle face, Yang Fenglan's smile gradually became a persistent expression.

The poor scholar in front of us has another identity: Gu Ming, the male protagonist in the book.

In the book, after divorcing Zhou Jingyi, Shen Yu married the male protagonist. She not only supported his blind mother but also his younger siblings and paid for his education.

The person in front of me is the one who proposed turning Yang Shi in the book into a human pig.

For some reason, even though Gu Ming's smile was clearly very innocent, Yang Fenglan felt a chill run down her spine.

"Hehe, it's Gu Ming. Are you here to wash the vegetables?"

"Hmm." Gu Ming was carrying a basket filled with shepherd's purse and purslane.