Divorced woman with child travels through time

"So, Madam also knows your daughter is immature!" Wang Erniu lowered his eyes.

Chen Wenfang secretly squeezed his hand; only she knew that this was a prelude to his true anger.

Wang Erniu's expression softened when he thought of Chen Wenfang.

"It's my fault for not teaching her well. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Please spare my daughter!" Madam Zheng kowtowed to the ground with loud thuds, and soon her head was bleeding profusely.

Wang Erniu watched coldly, and Chen Wenfang remained silent. She already knew the whole story; this family was shameless and deserved it, they should suffer.

Magistrate Zheng watched from the sidelines without interfering.

Zheng's mother was determined; she kept kowtowing until they spoke.

In the large side courtyard, no one made a move. Zheng Wanyi silently shed tears and stopped struggling. She silently looked at her mother, who was trying to redeem her for her mistake. She shook her head, crying with tears streaming down her face, and she looked quite beautiful.

Chen Wenfang felt a pang of pity for this villain.

Zheng's mother kowtowed and broke her head, blood streaming down her face. She didn't wipe it away, continuing to kowtow straight on the spot. The blood dripped onto her light gold silk Confucian skirt, quickly spreading and staining her entire body, from her clothes to her head, making for a shocking sight.

"Alright! Stop embarrassing yourself! Go back now!" Magistrate Zheng couldn't bear it and still tried to persuade him.

Chen Wenfang also spoke up, "Forget it, we won't hold it against you, you can leave!"

Wang Erniu remained silent, which was tacit agreement, giving Magistrate Zheng face.

The old women pulled Zheng's mother up and released Zheng Wanyi. As soon as Zheng Wanyi let go, she hugged Zheng's mother and burst into tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Caiyun rolled her eyes and urged, "Get up quickly, let's go!"

Zheng Wanyi helped her mother up, and the two of them, wiping away tears, stumbled out the door. Zheng Wanyi even turned back to look at Wang Erniu with a resentful expression, her face full of resentment and regret.

Wang Erniu glanced at the two annoying fellows again, bowed to Magistrate Zheng, and said, "Brother Zheng, please take these two home. Please also tell Zheng San that if there is a next time, I will not let them off easily."

Magistrate Zheng returned the greeting, saying, "Thank you, General Wang, for not holding a grudge against me. On behalf of my third brother, I thank you, General. I will not let them cause any more trouble."

Wang Erniu greatly admired Magistrate Zheng, who was known for his integrity and effective care for the people.

Chen Wenfang and his wife stood at the door watching them board Magistrate Zheng's carriage. After seeing off another group of guests, it was already very late before they bid farewell to Lü Xiong and left.

The two walked hand in hand on a road with few people, followed by a group of children who were pestering Chu Yi, chattering away. Caiyun was holding Juan'er's hand, talking about something, and Juan'er looked on with longing.

Uncle Hu stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly saying something to Aunt Hu, who looked somewhat disgusted.

Chen Wenfang turned around and looked over in the moonlight. Listening to the laughter coming from afar, she felt that happiness was really close to her.

Wang Erniu followed her gaze and looked back, then shook her hand and said, "You can't just agree to things like that next time!"

"Okay, husband!" Chen Wenfang made a face, sneaked up to him, and suddenly "kissed" him on the face.

"Hehe!" Wang Erniu was amused. It's so good to have a wife!

The night was quiet and beautiful!

At the end of December, Wang Erniu's promotion order finally came down. He had used the merit of nearly a thousand people to distribute the credit, and with Ouyang's maneuvering, he was able to secure his position as the commander-in-chief of Quanzhou. All that was left was to expand the army.

Chen Wenfang finally managed to collect a batch of 500 canned food boxes before the Chinese New Year, and prepared to repackage them.

Inside the kitchen of the large workshop, a group of men were gathered around several large pots, while a group of women and female workers stood nearby, all watching nervously.

"I like this crispy fish; it's delicious with fermented black beans. Godmother, try garnishing it with this." Chu Yi suggested.

"Okay! Pack five boxes of this!" Chen Wenfang directed. By the way, Chen Wenfang had originally thought of making fermented black beans with dace, so she just made this on the side. She didn't expect it to be so popular. Fermented black beans with chili peppers sold very well, and Chen's family had gained another signature food item.

The female food worker packed the crispy fish, and Chen Wenfang glanced at it and said, "We need to add more soybean oil. Next time, we need to use more oil to fry the fish. There isn't enough oil in here, so add more oil."

The female worker added oil to several more cans, and Chen Wenfang said, "That's enough, don't fill them too full, leave about a third of the space, they'll swell up when you cook them."

"This braised pork belly is delicious too, let's pack a few boxes!"

"Braised pork belly is also good!"

"Okay, load them all up!" Chen Wenfang waved his hand, and everyone filled the cans, sealed them, and locked them tightly!

Boil water in a large pot, place a steamer rack in the middle, put the canned goods in, cover the pot, and boil over high heat for the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

After boiling, let it cool completely, then put it in a bucket of cold water and steep it for the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Check if any bubbles come out; if not, then you're all done.

Several others were put into the oven and charcoal stove, and Chen Wenfang tested them one by one to see which one was the best.

Chu Yi and Wang Xiaoguang, along with a few bodyguards, stood around several large barrels, waiting patiently.

"Uncle Xiaoguang, why aren't you getting married?" Chu Yi asked coolly, glancing at Xiang beside him, since he had nothing better to do.

"Then why aren't you engaged? You're already sixteen!" Wang Xiaoguang looked at the tin box. If this thing were to become real, how many years could it last? Wouldn't it give him a stomachache if he ate it?

"I'm still young, but you're almost twenty-seven. Do you have some kind of hidden illness?" Chu Yi leaned closer to him, looking gossipy.

"Go away, what are you saying!" Wang Xiaoguang shooed him away irritably, his brows furrowed slightly, but the image of a woman vaguely surfaced in his mind. He wondered how she was doing now? Was she engaged? Should he write a letter to ask Aunt Liu? It seemed that he was indeed quite old. Even the youngest, Lü Xiong, was married and had gone to Annam to guard his own territory.

Wang Xiaoguang felt a pang of regret.

Chu Yi, being incredibly shrewd, scrutinized his face and suddenly leaned closer, "Uncle, do you perhaps have a girl you like back in your hometown?"

"Ah!" Wang Xiaoguang was startled. "I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! The incense is finished burning! Look!" He hurriedly pointed to the bucket to divert attention.

"Tch~" Chu Yi curled his lips, scooped up the fish with a strainer to examine it, and said, "If you have a girl you like, you should hold on to her. Time waits for no one."

Wang Xiaoguang didn't take it seriously. What man is without a wife? He could just ask her later.

These canned goods were a success; not a single one bubbled.

"Godmother, it's all done!" Chu Yi rushed into the house.

"Great! Which one is the best?" Chen Wenfang was overjoyed; they could start mass production now.