The peasant woman quickly calculated that the entire village had been preparing for a mass exodus th

When Zhao Taohua completely removed the curse, the curse power on Zhao Feng's body also quickly dissipated.

Zhao Feng, who had been struggling violently while being held down by Zhao Daqiang and Zhao Sanshi, immediately calmed down.

Zhao Daqiang excitedly called out to him, "Xiao Feng?"

"My dear grandson, are you all better?" Grandma Sun asked as she stepped forward.

Zhao Feng's previous memories exploded in his mind. He frowned, unable to believe that he had actually agreed to Zhang Caixia's conditions of a twenty-tael dowry and an eight-bearer sedan chair, and even smashed his grandmother's money box to get money in order to marry her.

"Grandma, I was wrong. I didn't know why I did it before."

But rest assured, I will absolutely not marry Zhang Caixia now.

Zhao Feng assured him.

He had already figured out Zhang Caixia's true colors perfectly.

Grandma Sun nodded repeatedly, not blaming him at all. She knew he had been cursed by the Mother of Fungi, which was why he had done those things.

However, this time the curse placed on her grandson by the mother fungus spirit was broken. What if it comes again next time?

Grandma Sun turned to Zhao Taohua and asked, "Taohua, is there any way to help Xiaofeng block the curse?"

Zhao Taohua took out a talisman: "A talisman can only block once. When the talisman gets hot and turns to ashes, it means that it has blocked a curse for my cousin."

Having already spent ten taels of silver, Old Lady Sun was afraid that Zhang Caixia would come and curse her beloved grandson again, so she gritted her teeth and took out one tael to buy ten peace charms for Zhao Feng at once.

She reminded him, "My dear grandson, put the amulet on your chest. As soon as you feel your chest getting hot, stay far away from Zhang Caixia."

Don't let her cast another curse on you!

Zhao Feng nodded. From now on, whenever he encounters Zhang Caixia again, he will turn around and leave!

"However, my dear grandson, Grandma wants to arrange a marriage for you before the hailstorm comes."

"How about we get married after the hailstorm and the big temperature drop are over?"

"Grandma Sun asked."

If it weren't for the hail and the sharp drop in temperature, even if her family immediately held a wedding for their beloved grandson, the villagers would be too busy with their medicinal herb fields to come and attend their wedding banquet.

"Okay, grandson will listen to his grandmother."

Once he gets engaged, Zhang Caixia will stop bothering him.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Zhao Taohua left. She had to hurry back to help with the work and quickly build the thatched shed for the medicinal herb field.

However, instead of going home to continue tying straw mats with the Menstrual Spirit and Durian Spirit, she went to the herb field.

Shen Ming was covering the already erected shed with straw mats, while Zhao Taohua went to help him, occasionally pretending to brush the back of his hand against his.

With each touch, she felt the spiritual energy within her body increase.

Zhao Taohua pursed her lips to suppress her secret joy, completely unaware that Shen Ming was glancing at the smile on her lips out of the corner of his eye.

Just as Zhao Taohua had predicted, the construction of the ten-mu medicinal herb field and thatched shed was completed three days before the hailstorm.

Madam Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Now I can finally sleep soundly, and I no longer have to worry about the herbs being crushed or frozen to death."

Zhao Ershu also showed a relaxed expression: "This is all thanks to Shen Ming's help. Will Shen Ming have a drink with me tonight?"

"it is good!"

Recently, Shen Ming has been helping the Zhao family and has become acquainted with Zhao Ershu.

Qian was in charge of preparing dinner, which consisted of five dishes and a soup, including meat and vegetables, as well as crucian carp, Zhao Taohua's favorite. Qian also bought some wine for Zhao Ershu.

Zhao Ershu was in a good mood tonight and poured Shen Ming a full bowl of wine. They ate and drank while talking to Shen Ming.

Gradually, after two bowls, Zhao Ershu was already tipsy. He had only drunk half of the third bowl when his face turned red and he was completely drunk.

Ms. Qian said helplessly, "No matter how happy you are, you can't drink that much. Don't you know your own alcohol tolerance?"

After saying that, Madam Qian helped Zhao Ershu back to his room and let him lie down to rest.

Zhao Taohua glanced at the bowls Zhao Ershu and the others were drinking from. Each bowl could hold three liang (approximately 150ml), meaning that Zhao Ershu couldn't even hold a jin (approximately 500ml) of liquor.

Zhao Taohua pursed her lips, thinking back to the 21st century when she had an excellent alcohol tolerance, mainly because she was a heavy drinker. Most of her employers were very wealthy, and their family wine collections were top-notch.

In order to drink more good wine, she worked hard to build up her alcohol tolerance.

After dinner, as Shen Ming was about to leave, Zhao Taohua took out a wolfskin cotton-padded coat that she had made with menstrual essence and handed it to him.

"Brother Shenming, the menstrual essence has been made. It will be ready for you to wear when the temperature drops significantly in three days."

Perhaps because it was getting late, Shen Ming noticed that Zhao Taohua's face was a little flushed.

Just as he reached out to take the cotton-padded coat from Zhao Taohua, she grabbed his wrist and looked up at him, saying:

"Brother Shenming, let me take you home. I'll hold these clothes for you for now."

Having said that, she didn't give Shen Ming a chance to refuse and led him outside.

In the kitchen, Qian was clearing away the dishes when she suddenly noticed that Zhao Ershu's wine bowl was empty.

She asked in confusion, "Did Ershu just finish drinking it?"

No wonder he was so drunk tonight.

Without giving it much thought, Ms. Qian continued tidying up.

On the road at night, Zhao Taohua boldly held Shen Ming's hand, and even inserted her fingers between his fingers in order to better absorb spiritual energy.

Fingers intertwined!

Just as she expected, the spiritual energy entered her body faster!

However, she seemed to have overestimated her alcohol tolerance.

Damn it, this is the first time she's drunk alcohol since she transmigrated into this body, and she hasn't built up her alcohol tolerance yet.

Moreover, this body has a very low alcohol tolerance; just one and a half ounces is enough to make it feel dizzy and lightheaded.

Shen Ming's breath hitched at her movement. He looked down at the bold Zhao Taohua beside him and saw their shadows stretched long by the moonlight, eventually intersecting.

He asked softly, "Peach Blossom Sister, what do you think of me?"

He suddenly asked a question, and Zhao Taohua almost didn't react. She blurted out, "Brother Shen Ming, you're really nice!"

"Where is it good? How about I be your husband?"

Shen Ming stopped and looked at Zhao Taohua with a serious expression, asking her a question.

"Ok?"

Zhao Taohua didn't hear what he had just said, and she was even more puzzled as to why he suddenly stopped, but she had no choice but to stop with him.

She looked up and asked, "Brother Shenming, what's wrong? Aren't you going home?"

Why do I see one, two, or even three of you when I look at you right now?

Zhao Taohua saw a double image of Shen Ming in her vision. After counting on her fingers, she fainted!

Shen Ming quickly reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. A strong smell of alcohol emanated from Zhao Taohua.

Shen Ming sighed helplessly; this girl had actually been secretly drinking alcohol.

He slipped one arm under Zhao Taohua's knees and scooped her up in his arms.

Because Zhao Taohua was still holding her cotton-padded coat, he had to lift her up a little higher.

Zhao Taohua rested her head on his shoulder, but suddenly, she became restless in her sleep and her head shook again.

The next moment, Shen Ming felt something warm, soft, and moist pressed against his cheek.

The touch was so comfortable that Shen Ming felt his heart skip a beat. An unprecedented and strange sensation made his chest tingle, and his heart began to race uncontrollably!