Divorced woman with child travels through time

These people are half-dead, what should she do? Chen Wenfang was about to speak.

"Is anyone home? The person who ran out of your garden has died in the river. Send someone to check on them!" A man dressed as a villager ran to the door and shouted.

Chen Wenfang jumped up and ran outside, shouting as she ran, "You old women, keep an eye on them, don't let them run around!"

The guards followed her and the villagers to the riverbank, where they found a woman dressed in Chen's factory worker's clothes floating in the water. Her hair was disheveled, and her face was not visible.

"Find someone to fish it out."

Several soldiers found some villagers who had come to watch the commotion, retrieved the body, and carried it to the village. Chen Wenfang paid the retrieval fee and placed the body in the courtyard.

The old woman and the rescued women stared blankly at the pale, grotesque face, all somewhat frightened, and no one uttered a sound.

"Come on, look! Those who don't want to live, take a good look!" Chen Wenfang pointed at the young, delicate woman's corpse and said, "Look, how young she is. She will have decades of life ahead of her. There are many people in this world who don't know her, don't know what happened to her, and won't care what she did. Do you care?"

Chen Wenfang walked around excitedly, pointing at them.

"You wouldn't care, would you? You don't know her, you don't even know her name!"

"Do you think it's worth dying like this?"

"Think about those Japanese who bullied you. Don't you want revenge? Don't you want to kill them before you die?"

"Why should women be bullied? It's because you don't know martial arts. You're not even afraid of death, don't you want to become stronger?"

"I want to become stronger, I want revenge, I want to see my children and my mother, I want to give them a good life." Xiuxiu cried bitterly. She had almost recovered in the past few days, but suddenly she hesitated. She was afraid to face reality.

How should her family view her? How is she supposed to live?

"I also want revenge, I want to learn martial arts! Please help me, madam!" A loud female voice suddenly came from the crowd.

A tall, thin, weathered woman in her early thirties with a woman's hairstyle stepped forward. She had a long scar on her face, running from her cheek to her neck.

“My parents, my husband, and my son were all killed by the Japanese. I have no more attachments in this world. I live only to avenge them. Madam Chen, I have heard them talk about you.”

She arrived later and had been observing quietly. When she got the chance, she immediately spoke up. She pointed to the old women, stood up straight, and said with her chest puffed out, "As long as you are willing to help me, I will do anything."

"Good!" Chen Wenfang was glad someone had responded, and she quickly explained her plan: "I will help you recover your health. Those who are willing to learn martial arts or medicine will be taught by someone. In the future, you can join the army to fight the Japanese or become doctors. Those who are not willing can stay on the estate to raise chickens and farm. I will still pay you wages. When you have money, take it back and everyone will look up to you."

Upon hearing that there was money, their eyes lit up. For the past few days, they had been eating and living well, but they were always worried that something bad might happen to them since they were eating and drinking for free. Now that they heard they would be working, they felt relieved.

A dark-skinned, thin girl mustered her courage and asked, "I wonder how much you pay us a month, madam?"

If they're willing to talk about money, then it proves they want to live a good life. Chen Wenfang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eight hundred cash a month, and you'll get a raise if you do well. You'll also receive monthly bonuses, holiday gifts, and clothing. I won't keep you here for long. If you don't want to stay after six months, you can take your wages and leave. I won't force you to stay."

Chen Wenfang smiled faintly, "We are all women, and I just hope that you can live a good life. There are many ways to live life, so don't pay the price for other people's mistakes."

After a long silence.

"Alright, she suffered alongside you. Now that you're all better, go together and bury her. That way you won't have nothing to do and keep thinking about this and that all day." Chen Wenfang patted her sleeves and stood up. She appointed the two honest old women as the heads of the household, paying them 800 coins a month. As for the two who had run away, she paid them 500 coins each, as a way to give them some hope.

She left Caiyun in the garden to teach them martial arts, and sent someone to the barracks to inform Lü Xiong that Ayue was missing. Axing should be the most anxious; he had the right to know. After making the arrangements, Chen Wenfang got into the carriage and left. She was too exhausted.

Upon returning home, Chen Wenfang collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep immediately.

On the way back to Beijing.

A-Yue silently followed Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang wasn't a talkative person to begin with, and A Yue was annoyed that he was threatening her with the life of that runaway woman to make her go with him, so she didn't want to talk to him.

Arriving at a market, Zhao Yang bought her favorite braised pork, complete with dried chili peppers.

A-Yue took a bite and couldn't help but advise, "Brother, why do you still work with him? He can't even get enough to eat all year round. It's so pointless."

“I’m different from you,” Zhao Yang finally explained. “I’ve killed a lot of people, including Wang Erniu and many others. I’ve also helped my superiors kill a lot of people. I know a lot of things. They won’t let me go.”

"Can't you let us go for the sake of our past relationship?" A-Yue asked, puzzled. They had a good relationship, and so many years of sharing life and death had made her just as willful and outspoken as before.

"Let's talk about it when Ah Xing arrives." Zhao Yang said no more and just kept eating.

"Sigh!" A-Yue rarely sighed.

The horse galloped into the military camp, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Ah Xing rode out with his companion, carrying a bundle on his back. From afar, a voice called out, "Go and come back soon, I still want to drink your wedding wine!"

Ah Xing didn't reply, but said loudly, "I'll definitely make sure you get a drink."

Several horses galloped swiftly, like moonlight, and soon arrived at the manor. Ah Xing dismounted and said, "That's enough, you all go back, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he entered the woods and saw the familiar sign. Ah Xing knew in his heart that Zhao Yang had indeed returned.

He left the woods and said to the few companions who had followed him in and were unwilling to leave, "I'm going to find my wife. You all go back first. I'll come back when I've finished what I need to do."

"Brother Xing, you must come back." The boy's dark face stared at him intently, and he said with reluctance.

“I’ll definitely come back. Where else can I go? If you have time, go to town and help me look at my house. Clean it up when you’re free. My wife said she’s already bought it and we just need to settle in before we move in.” Ah Xing smiled and patted his shoulder.

"I understand!" The boy fought back tears, waved goodbye to him, and watched him gradually disappear down the road.

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