Ugly girl only wants to farm

Xu Chaoyan shook her head at her: "Don't be impulsive. Let us call someone over to check on you. You might bump your head."

Meng Jiuxia flung her hand away, her face contorted with anger: "How could you do this, Trumpet Flower? My brother might be hanging by a thread down there. The sooner we find him, the better our chances of survival will be. What do you mean by stopping me like this? Are you hoping my brother will die so you can find someone else?"

Xu Chaoyan frowned at her words. Although she wanted to leave, she had no desire to become a widow.

She glanced at Meng Jiuxia and said somewhat irritably, "Do you think I want to be a widow? I just want to say that we are outnumbered and outmatched. There are many rocks down there, and we don't know the situation before we blindly grope around. We should go and find a few more people; more people means more strength."

The two uncles nodded and said, "Xia girl, just listen to your sister-in-law. We're all getting on in years and we don't have much strength left. Go back to the village and call a few strong young men over. We'll go down and take a look at what's going on."

Meng Jiuxia nodded. She had indeed lost her mind just now. She thought that her older brother had probably fallen to his death and wanted to give up.

"Okay, I'll go back and find someone right away."

The two men were somewhat familiar with this grove of trees. In their youth, they used to chop wood and hunt in this area. They frowned repeatedly: "Meng's wife, we just sent Xia away to keep her from being startled. This little hill..." They stopped again.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Xu Chaoyan waited for a long time but received no further comment.

She guessed there must be something strange about this forest. As soon as she entered, she felt a chill down her back. It was gloomy and the sunlight was not very bright.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak first: "Uncle, just tell me what's down there."

The uncle sighed and said, "Besides the rocks at the bottom of this hill, there's also a ditch. In the past, all the children and poultry that died young in our village would be thrown here. Over the years, this place has become a bit eerie, and no one usually comes here. I wonder how Meng boy ended up here this time. Could he have gotten involved with something dirty?"

They had just seen Meng Jiuxia rushing downstairs and wanted to stop her.

She was a young girl and unfamiliar with this area, but they knew it; the little girl probably hadn't heard her family mention it.

Xu Chaoyan frowned and then relaxed, glancing at the gloomy scene. She didn't want to be a widow right now, and after a long internal struggle, she made her decision.

He glanced at the two men and said, "Uncle, I won't force you. How about I go down and take a look first? I'll call you if I find anything, okay?"

The two men tried to stop her several times, but finally reluctantly agreed. One of them mustered up his courage and said, "This young man Meng wrote so many Spring Festival couplets for our family. I have to go down and help him out for his sake. Anyway, we're all old people."

The two men, each holding onto a stick and gripping a tree branch, carefully made their way down the ravine. There were specks of blood on the branches, a horrifying sight.

Xu Chaoyan was even more certain that Meng Jiu and that unlucky guy had tragically fallen down there. The two of them were on tenterhooks. It had been a whole night. Could they really have fallen to their deaths?

After a great deal of effort, they finally reached the bottom of the ravine. Looking around, they were shocked to see Meng Jiu and Hu lying there with their heads covered in blood and their faces pale.

The older man, having seen more of life, saw Xu Chaoyan standing there in a daze and guessed she was frightened, so he comforted her, "Jiuhe, wife, don't worry. You stand here first, I'll go take a look."

When he sensed that faint breath, he waved his hand with joy on his face: "Nine and my wife, Nine and my wife, he's still breathing, there's hope!"

Xu Chaoyan slowly approached and saw that the man's eyes were tightly closed, blood was still flowing from his forehead, and his usually handsome face was completely bloodless. He just lay there quietly like that. She took out her handkerchief and pressed it on his forehead.

The uncle took the opportunity to check Meng Jiuhe's entire body and finally said, "This kid probably broke his leg. Let's not move him for now to avoid further injury."

Meng Jiuxia arrived at the location with several strong men and anxiously called out, "Morning Flower, Morning Flower, where are you?"

Hearing her call, Xu Chaoyan responded, "Find someone to come down and pick up your older brother. It seems he broke his leg. Did you bring any tools with you?"

When the group heard that Meng Jiuhe had broken his leg down there, their expressions changed drastically. They were among the few who were on good terms with Meng, and they were trembling when they arrived at the woods. In the end, they had only come over with a heavy heart. When they heard that Meng Jiuhe had fallen there, they couldn't help but tremble.

They would never normally come to this place, and they had heard about it since they were children. Somewhat awkwardly, they said, "Xia girl, look at this place, it's not suitable for us..."

Before they could finish speaking, Xu Chaoyan stood on the rock below, looking at them calmly: "I would like to trouble you two brothers to come down and help me. My husband broke his leg and is unconscious. I will not let you work for nothing. I will give each of you five hundred coins."

She was actually quite horrified after hearing the man's story. Who would want to get involved in such things? So she reluctantly offered him money as a bribe. The two men looked at each other, and finally agreed with gritted teeth.

"Then we'll have to trouble you two brothers to go back to the village and find a plank so we can get the person up there."

After hearing the uncle say that Meng Jiuhe had broken his leg, Xu Chaoyan pondered a solution. He couldn't be moved again to avoid further injury, but how could he get back for treatment if he wasn't moved?

The uncle patrolled the area, picked a handful of herbs, chewed them, spat them out, and applied them to Meng Jiu's forehead to temporarily stop the bleeding.

When Xu Chaoyan saw his actions, the uncle quickly explained, "This is our folk remedy. We need to stop the bleeding first. We don't want the kid to turn into a dried-up corpse before we even get back inside. Quickly tear some strips of cloth from your clothes and tie it up tightly. Look at your husband's face, it's as white as a ghost. How could this kid have fallen down here? It's such a tragedy!"

When a group of people took Meng Jiuhe home, his grandmother was still walking and playing with the little dog. She saw that her eldest grandson, who had been walking out with a smile a few days ago, was now being carried back on a dilapidated wooden plank.

She swayed a couple of times, her legs suddenly went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, muttering, "My grandson who is the top scholar, what's wrong with you? Your grandmother hasn't even enjoyed your blessings yet. Don't leave like this. At least let your grandmother enjoy that moment of wealth and glory."

Xu Chaoyan was walking at the very back. When she heard her grandmother's exaggerated words, she felt very contemptuous. She thought her grandmother was just being affectionate towards her grandson, but it turned out she was just being affectionate towards her life of wealth and luxury.