A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

"Alright, I promise you. I'll give you twenty taels. From now on, we'll go our separate ways."

Song Zhili nodded, then thought of the letter of divorce, "Oh right, there's still that letter of divorce..."

When Gu Changqing heard Song Zhili mention the letter of divorce, he assumed she wanted to continue being his wife, so he preemptively refused.

"I can no longer be your wife, so give up on that idea!"

Song Zhili was utterly speechless. She rolled her eyes at Gu Changqing and said, "Don't misunderstand, I don't want to continue being your wife either. Write me a new divorce agreement."

When Gu Changqing heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, hearing Song Zhili's indifferent tone, he felt a tightness in his chest again.

Before he could make a move, Gu Changning turned around, ran inside, and brought out paper and pen, placing them in front of Gu Changqing.

"Brother, write it quickly, I don't want someone like that to be my sister-in-law anymore."

Seeing that paper and pen had already been taken out, Gu Changqing put all other thoughts aside, took the paper and pen and wrote down a divorce agreement.

After the ink had dried somewhat, he handed the divorce papers to Song Zhili.

Song Zhili carefully examined the contents of the divorce agreement and found nothing unusual.

She folded the divorce papers and put them in her bosom, then reached out her hand to Gu Changqing.

"Give me the money, and I'll leave right away."

Gu Changqing had no choice but to take off the money pouch from his waist, open it, and look inside. There were only a little over ten taels of silver. He could only turn to Zhao Shi helplessly and say something.

"Mother, do you still have some silver? Please bring it over."

Zhao instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing Gu Changqing's expression, she could only reluctantly turn around and go back into the house to get a small cloth bag.

Gu Changqing took the small cloth bag from her hand, poured out all the copper coins and silver coins inside, and carefully counted them. It was exactly ten taels, no more and no less.

He then emptied the silver from his purse and pushed it in front of Song Zhili.

"Here's twenty taels of silver. Take it! From now on, we're strangers. I hope you won't come looking for me again!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely not come looking for you."

After Song Zhili counted the money in front of them.

She turned and opened the door, but as she did, several people stumbled in from the direction of the door.

Song Zhili looked closely and realized that these were some of the villagers who had been watching the commotion at the door earlier. Her lips twitched involuntarily. So, people in ancient times loved gossip too!

Song Zhili came to her senses, walked around the villagers who had fallen to the ground, and headed straight outside.

As she approached the village entrance, she saw a familiar face; the ugly man was limping toward the village.

He must be unwilling to accept this and wants to go find that old woman Zhao to demand an explanation.

"You...you...how did you get here?"

When Song Zhili saw that the ugly man was so frightened by her that he stammered, she was speechless.

Am I really that scary?

She only glanced at the ugly man sideways before brushing past him.

Seeing that Song Zhili ignored him, the ugly man breathed a sigh of relief. Only after Song Zhili had really walked far away did he head back into the village.

Song Zhili walked along the main road for about ten minutes. She felt tired and hungry, and at the same time, she felt a little confused.

Now that she has left that village, she only has a little over twenty taels of silver left. What should she do?

Just as she was lost in thought, she heard some noise not far away. Looking up, she saw an oxcart slowly approaching her.

She subconsciously moved to the side of the road to make room.

She was afraid that, like before, the oxcart would fly by and leave her face covered in dust.

"Sister... Sister, it's sister, elder brother, father and mother, where is sister?"

Song Zhili heard a surprised child's voice. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it came from the direction of the oxcart.

At this moment, on the oxcart, a boy of about seven or eight years old was frantically waving his hands at Song Zhili.

Song Zhili turned her head in confusion, looking left and right. The place was empty except for her. Was that little boy greeting her?

She quickly searched through the original owner's memories and realized that the little boy waving at her was her younger brother, Song Ziming.

A slightly plump woman was sitting on the oxcart, and a kind-looking man was sitting next to her. These two were the original owner's mother, Hu Cuicui, and her father, Song Dashan.

The man driving the oxcart in front was his elder brother, Song Zidong.

Just as she was pondering this, the oxcart stopped in front of her.

Song Dashan helped Hu Cuicui down from the oxcart, and the next moment Song Zhili was embraced by Hu Cuicui.

Song Dashan stood to the side, his eyes red, watching the mother and daughter embracing, his heart aching.

Both Song Ziming and Song Zidong had red eyes.

"Dad, they're really bullying us! Little sister, don't be sad, Dad, Mom, and I will go and stand up for you right away!"

"Yes, how dare they bully our Daya like this! Dongzi, let's go, let's go find them and demand an explanation!"

Hu Cuicui echoed this sentiment.

After saying that, she pulled Song Zhili onto the oxcart, and the oxcart slowly headed towards Yongfeng Village.

Song Zhili was thus unwittingly pulled onto the oxcart by Hu Cuicui.

When she saw the wooden sticks on the oxcart, she snapped out of her daze.

According to the original owner's memories, her family treated her quite well.

Previously, in order not to worry her family, the original owner almost always reported good news and never bad news, so her family did not know that she was not doing well.

They would often help the original owner out of her troubles, occasionally sending her meat or vegetables, and sometimes even some copper coins.

While she was pondering this, they arrived at the door of Gu Changqing's house, where a group of villagers were still gathered.

Meanwhile, piercing cries echoed from the courtyard.

"Mother, please save me! I don't want to become his wife! Brother, please, save me!"

"Changning, my Changning! Old Wu, please stop! All you want is money, right? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"

Hearing the commotion inside, Song Zhili jumped off the oxcart and went forward to see what was going on.

Song Zidong and Song Ziming also got off the oxcart, each holding a wooden stick, and followed behind Song Zhili.

When the villagers at the gate saw that Song Zhili had returned, they all cast pitying glances at her.

Hu Cuicui had already mingled with the aunties and was asking them what had happened.

Song Zhili walked to the door, crossed her arms, looked at the scene inside, and couldn't help but smile.