After the arranged marriage, she farms and survives under the tutelage of the villainous boss.

"I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty."

Jiang Zhiyun chuckled. If Jiang Zhiwan knew that the reason she was spared despite causing so much trouble in her past life was because Xie Shuheng was afraid of getting his hands dirty.

Then I wonder how crazy she'll go.

Seeing that she was clearly in a better mood, Xie Shuheng felt a sense of joy in his heart as well.

Jiang Zhiyun's smile faded, and the two of them helped each other walk out of the city. They returned by oxcart, and thinking that he had too many wounds and that the ride would be too bumpy, Yunniang even bought a blanket for him to put on.

Upon arriving at their doorstep, Xie Shuheng was about to go to the grove where he was buried when Zhang said, "I'll go with him."

"Yunniang, the flour you asked me to prepare has been proofed, and the chicken mushroom soup is also ready. Go and roll out the dough now. I'll bring Shuheng back, and then we'll set up the stall."

Although Zhang Meiqing wasn't good at making complicated things, she was quite skilled at preparing things for Yunniang.

Jiang Zhiyun nodded: "My mother is really amazing."

When praised by her daughter-in-law, her face flushed unconsciously, and she felt a little embarrassed.

"Yunniang, once you're done, get some rest and have a good night's sleep."

Jiang Zhiyun nodded, quickly rolled out the dough, and then cut it into even strips.

After cutting for a while, her hands started to hurt, so she went over to check on the baby ducks.

The ducklings have grown quite a bit, and now they're lined up in a small row, quacking incessantly at Jiang Zhiyun.

Yunniang threw in the mixed chaff, and the little duck obediently picked it up from the ground with its beak and ate it.

Yunniang saw that they were all behaving themselves. The weather was good these days, so they could keep them outside. But once it got cold and winter came in two months, they would have to be kept indoors.

The house is small, and if these ducks are kept, they'll probably poop everywhere. Yunniang was thinking that she needed to earn some money to repair the house. Also, the roof was leaking, so renovations would definitely be a priority.

Thinking about this fills me with motivation to make money.

I found a small coffin and sat in the yard to cool off. Right now, I can hear the ducklings quacking and the birds chirping as they fly by, and smell the aroma of noodles cooking.

The southwest region is mountainous and forested. Although officials and entire clans were exiled here, the place is neither too cold nor too hot. At this time of year, a gentle breeze helps to alleviate the dryness.

Lying here like this, my whole body is relaxed. It really gives me a sense of idyllic retirement life in the countryside.

I remember in my past life, when I was about to die, what I missed most was living in a house together, lying in the yard every day feeding the chickens and ducks, which was quite comfortable.

Now that she's back to normal, she cherishes it very much.

Later, we'll buy some chicks to raise, and the hens can roam freely in the nearby mountains; they'll start laying eggs in a few days. As for the roosters, we'll raise them to make chicken soup. That's how we raise our own chickens and ducks.

It's used to make soup and then sold. Not only is the price not expensive, but the main thing is that it tastes good.

Unexpectedly, while sitting and lost in thought, I found myself drifting off into a dream.

I dreamt of lots of delicious food while I was asleep, and my mouth watered.

When she woke up, she was already lying on the couch, with Xie Shuheng sitting beside her, reading under the kerosene lamp.

Jiang Zhiyun sat up, feeling slightly dazed.

He asked, "What time is it?"

"You fell asleep at noon," Xie Shuheng smiled. "Now you can continue sleeping."

Jiang Zhiyun couldn't sleep. She hadn't even finished cutting the noodles she made during the day, and was about to put on her coat and go out to check on things when...

Xie Shuheng said, "Later when I came back, I had nothing to do, so I chopped it up."

Jiang Zhiyun wondered if he had carried her into the bed.

He felt a pang of guilt; he was covered in injuries, and now she was causing him even more trouble. He felt somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Zhiyun asked, "Carry me in. Have any of your wounds reopened?"

No. My mother and I helped you in, one on each side.

Xu Qing'an felt that she was too tired from taking care of herself for the past two days, which was why she fell asleep outside.

At first, I draped a blanket over her, but later, as it got chilly in the evening, I brought the blanket inside because I was worried she would catch a cold.

Jiang Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, she had been eating a lot lately and felt much heavier. Xie Shuheng was also incompetent and still sickly.

It would be a little embarrassing if I couldn't lift myself up.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyun leaned closer and said, "What are you looking at? These are all books left behind by Mr. Zhuang."

"Okay." Xie Shuheng nodded slightly. "I'll organize the teacher's things."

Xie Shuheng went to the cemetery to pay his respects today, and he seemed much more at peace.

But the more he acted this way, the more Jiang Zhiyun realized that he had completely hidden his thoughts.

However, remembering her past life, she still reminded him, "We must protect Mr. Zhuang's book. Otherwise, I'm afraid something might happen."

Xie Shuheng looked at her warily: "What?"

Jiang Zhiyun felt a chill. She had forgotten that Xie Shuheng must find her strange. Why would a village woman like her worry about something happening?

Then she carefully analyzed: "Although I am not from Bianjing, I know that these are all of Mr. Zhuang's belongings."

“If someone wants to harm you, it can’t be paid for with just one life. There’s also his reputation, everything he owns.”

Jiang Zhiyun knew that Xie Shuheng could read ten lines at a glance and had a photographic memory.

He casually remarked, "If something happens to us or to this family in the future, we can't just let the books go to waste. So if you can remember them, read them as much as you can."

"Mm." Xie Shuheng nodded.

Jiang Zhiyun is intelligent and thoughtful. He knew that from the time they got married.

However, the fact that she can still say such things now, from this perspective, certainly doesn't seem like a woman who grew up in Yongquan Village.

In his opinion, Jiang Zhiyun's knowledge and experience far surpassed that of the young ladies from prominent families in Bianjing.

At the very least, she was the most special woman he had ever met.

Although Jiang Zhiyun's identity was questionable, she was sincere to her family and to Xie Shuheng himself. He could sense that.

So he didn't suspect anything. There are always secrets between husband and wife. As for the rest, she would naturally tell him when she wanted to.

Asking more questions won't do any good.

“These books represent the culmination of the teacher’s life’s work,” Xie Shuheng explained.

"The Imperial Edicts of the Regent, the Spring Festival Notes, and Spring River Moonlit Night are all his heartfelt works. I have read some of them, and I haven't. Now, the books are being passed on to you by your teacher." Xie Shuheng looked at Yunniang, "You should learn from them."

Jiang Zhiyun was fond of reading, but now he also had to study Doctor Su's herbal medicine book. With these things added to the mix, it caused a dispute in the imperial court.

She didn't want to get involved, and never even considered having anything to do with these things in Bianjing.

So Jiang Zhiyun politely declined, saying, "I'm slow-witted and can't learn it well."

"Xie Shuheng, don't think I don't know you can read ten lines at a glance. I'm just a half-baked one." Don't mess with too many people, or it'll affect your escape.