Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

When Wang Qing'er saw how rude the woman was, she thought to herself that she really deserved a beating, but she was afraid that her mother-in-law would hurt her, so she had no choice but to go over and pull her away.

Just then, several more passengers boarded the train and, seeing the chaos inside, craned their necks to look inside.

When Da Zhuang, who was pulling the mule cart, saw that it was full, he ran over like an enraged bull and shouted, "Zhang Xianglan, get off the cart! My cart isn't going to carry a foul-mouthed woman like you. Wherever you are, nothing good ever comes of it!"

It took Wang Qing'er and Aunt Hua a lot of effort to pull Wang Cuiying away again. Zhang Xianglan sat there crying like a wilted eggplant, but she didn't dare to curse anymore.

Whether she continued to curse in her mind is unknown.

Wang Qing'er didn't expect that her mother-in-law was quite experienced in hitting people, deliberately scratching places that others couldn't see. Zhang Xianglan's face didn't have a single scratch, but her hair? Uh! It was all messed up by Wang Cuiying, looking like a bird's nest.

The floor was covered with plucked hair, strand by strand, which made Wang Qing'er's scalp tingle. She unconsciously touched her own hair.

The other women in the car chimed in, saying, "Zhang Xianglan, get out of the car! You look like a madwoman. How are you going to get to town?"

"Yeah, hurry up and go down, don't waste our time."

"You deserve a beating for your foul mouth!"

"You're not even afraid of being beaten by your man at home, yet you still provoke others when you go out. You're really shameless!"

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The group of people, one after another, chased her off the bus as if she were a plague demon.

Dazhuang urged impatiently, "Come down now!"

The women in the car worked together to push her off the bus. Several women below, worried that she might fall and get hurt, quickly reached out to help her up before she got back on the bus.

After getting off the bus, Zhang Xianglan shook her messy hair like an annoyed hen.

He started cursing again, "Wang Cuiying, you dare hit me, you'll die a horrible death, you daughter-in-law will run away sooner or later..."

The mule cart slowly moved forward, and Zhang Xianglan's curses gradually disappeared from everyone's ears like a gust of wind.

Zhang Xianglan's husband was Wang the Cripple in the village. He liked to drink and would beat and scold Zhang Xianglan when he was drunk, saying that she was an old hen that couldn't lay eggs, and even if she did, she would only lay female eggs and could not give birth to a son.

Indeed, Zhang Xianglan had been married into Wang the Cripple's family for nearly twenty years, and while she had given birth to more than a dozen daughters, she had never seen a son.

Only when she was pregnant did Wang the Cripple refrain from hitting her, fearing that if it were a son, the damage would outweigh the benefits.

But if a girl is born, she will be beaten black and blue after the first month.

Wang the Cripple would not only not beat her during her postpartum period, but would also let her take good care of herself and recover properly. After the postpartum period, he would beat her, and after beating her, he would have sex with her and get her pregnant.

Zhang Xianglan happened to be very fertile, giving birth one child after another until recently.

They had many children, but only six survived; more than half of them died young.

Some died of illness at the age of four or five, while most died just a few days after birth.

The villagers were saying that the couple had killed the child, but there was no evidence, and no one mentioned it again afterward.

Wang Qing'er watched Zhang Xianglan's figure grow increasingly blurry.

A pang of pity arose in my heart, and a saying suddenly came to mind: "There is always something hateful about a pitiful person."

This statement couldn't be more fitting for Zhang Xianglan.

Wang Cuiying was still fuming, like an enraged lioness. "What bad luck! I ran into that sharp-tongued woman as soon as I stepped out the door. I guess I should check the almanac before going out in the future."

While gently patting her back to calm her down, Wang Qing'er softly comforted her mother-in-law, "Mother, don't be angry anymore. It's not worth getting angry over someone like that."

Aunt Hua also earnestly advised, "Yes, Cuiying, you know she has such a sharp tongue. Don't get angry, it's not worth ruining your health."

Another aunt quickly chimed in, "Look how good your daughter-in-law is. She keeps trying to comfort you, so don't be angry anymore."

"Yes! Cuiying is a good daughter-in-law, I like her very much."

Everyone in the village knows that Mu Nan's previous wife was a young lady from a wealthy family in the county.

She's always so arrogant, putting on airs like a spoiled princess, like a proud peacock. She never even greets anyone from the village when she goes to town to catch a bus!

Today, he greeted all the grandmothers and aunts with a smile.

Several women in the carriage helped to comfort Wang Cuiying, and she finally calmed down, her previous gloom dissipated, and she slowly started chatting with people about everyday things.

It costs five copper coins for any kind of vehicle to enter the town, so Wang Dazhuang always parks the carriage outside and lets the passengers walk in themselves.

The reason why it costs five copper coins to enter the town is to prevent carriages from entering the town as much as possible and avoid street congestion. Therefore, people who are unwilling to spend the five copper coins will park their carriages in the open space outside the gate.

Among the neighboring towns, Nan'ao Town is considered relatively prosperous, and some caravans would stay overnight in the town when passing through.

At the entrance to Nan'ao Town, two tall, carved stone pillars stand on either side, with a plaque above them bearing the three large characters "Nan'ao Town," giving it a very imposing appearance.

Several soldiers guarded the entrance, maintaining order for people entering and leaving the town, but they did not make things difficult for the locals.

After Wang Qing'er got off the bus, she took out her money pouch and was about to pay the fare when Wang Cuiying stopped her, saying, "Qing'er, the fare will be paid on the way back."

"Ah? Okay!" Wang Qing'er had no choice but to put the copper coin back into her money bag.

Wang Cuiying made an appointment with Aunt Hua to return to the village, and then led Wang Qing'er towards the market like a guide.

Nan'ao Town holds a market on even-numbered days. On market days, people from several nearby villages flock to the town like a tide, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.

Nan'ao Town has four streets: east, west, south, and north. There is a small wharf on the north street where merchant ships loading and unloading cargo would take place.

This area is mostly populated by food vendors who sell their wares to dockworkers.

Dockworkers do manual labor, so the food they sell is both filling and cheap.

There were steamed buns, flatbreads, a few small restaurants, and some vendors selling what looked like modern boxed lunches.

The most bustling street is South Street, which is lined with upscale restaurants, jewelry stores, and clothing shops. Fuxianglou stands out like a dazzling star on South Street.