The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

He was tall, clean, and even had a fleshy face.

What mother wouldn't be happy to see these changes in her son?

Moreover, her son no longer ran wildly around the village like before. He came back well-behaved, polite, and smart. In short, those changes made her extremely happy.

This is because of the different environment. If the child were still with her, no matter how hard she tried, she could not raise her son to be the way he is now.

The son gained knowledge and experience from working in the Ling family.

She heard that her son had met the prefect when he visited the Ling family. In the past, she would have boasted about it, but now that the Du family was involved, she had to keep it a secret.

The Ling family took care of all the sons, and she also asked the Du family for some grain, which she brought back to her own home for the other children to eat. It can be said that she benefited greatly.

Now they're making her keep an eye on someone, and giving her so much money? She's heartless to take this money.

Du Mingxian frowned and looked up at her.

Widow Chen solemnly stuffed the silver back into Du Mingxian's hand, saying, "It's just keeping an eye on someone, it's not a big deal. You've helped me so much, it's only right that I do this little bit of work for you, there's no need to give me any more silver."

Du Mingxian weighed the silver in her hand, then put it away. "I need to know Du Mingwei's every move, especially whether there are any other men around her?"

Widow Chen was taken aback. "Yes, yes, you don't know, recently everyone in the village has been saying that Du Mingwei is with another man."

"Is that so?" Du Mingxian wondered.

Widow Chen hurriedly said, "Please sit down and have some tea. I'll go and inquire about it. Just listen to this as gossip; I don't know much detail. I'll go out and find out more thoroughly."

"it is good."

After Widow Chen left, Chen Ming brought tea to Du Mingxian and then went out. Du Mingxian was alone in the room, and she sat quietly waiting.

About 15 minutes later, Widow Chen returned, her face beaming with joy. As soon as she entered, she said, "It's a peddler."

"Du Mingwei was walking very close to that man. Someone saw them. Their heads were tilted together. I heard that the peddler is from your village."

Du Mingxian tightened her grip on her lap. "Does anyone know where the peddler went? When was the last time they saw him?"

"I haven't found out about that; I'll need to ask around to find out."

"Remember to help me find out. I told Chen Ming to stay home. Once you've got the information, have Chen Ming come over and give me a message."

"Okay, okay, I'll find out more about it this afternoon."

Du Mingxian went back alone. She didn't go to find Du Mingwei. She wanted to find Ling Zheng first and interrogate him to find out why he kidnapped people. What if it wasn't because of Du Mingwei?

Even if it's just for Du Mingwei, it's not too late for her to come to Du Mingwei after the investigation is completed.

It's best that you didn't do this, Du Mingwei.

We all get a second chance at life. If you choose the path you want to take, don't be jealous of others' paths.

After returning home, Du Mingxian hurried to the kitchen to cook for Ling Silang, because nothing was more important than Ling Silang's health.

She specially made a soup because she needed something light. Before she came back, she took out a fish from her space and told her family that she had bought it. The fish soup was very delicious.

She made another bowl of thin, hand-pulled noodles.

During the meal, she stared at Ling Silang, who looked up and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I'm not very hungry."

"Want to eat together?"

"The noodles are gone, but there's still some fish soup left. I'll go to the kitchen and see what else we have, then I'll bring it over and we can eat together."

There were leftover steamed buns and stir-fried vegetables made by Granny Zhao in the kitchen. It was summer, and she didn't care about the heat. She just took them over and sat down to eat with Ling Silang.

Fortunately, Ling Silang was always in poor health, so Du Mingxian made him a table that could be used on the bed when she was making furniture last time. Although it was small, it was big enough for the two of them to eat together.

After dinner, Du Mingxian was clearing the table when Ling Silang asked, "Is Zhang Er still outside?"

"Yes."

"Let him go."

Du Mingxian hesitated, "That won't do. We can't let him go. I still need him to lure Ling Zheng."

“Ling Zheng, I have a way. If Zhang Er stays outside like this any longer, he probably won’t survive.”

Du Mingxian said angrily, "You, others are almost making it impossible for you to live, and you are still worried about them. If Zhang Er had any conscience, he should have come and told you directly back then."

"It's all fate." Even if he were alive now, he wouldn't be able to hold on until next year.

She glared at him and said, "What do you mean by fate? Let me tell you, you can't accept your fate. Your life is mine. I didn't say you had to pay it back. You'd better take good care of your life."

Seeing her anxious expression, he felt extremely distressed, but there was nothing he could do. He could only put on a relaxed face and say, "Okay, whatever you say, whatever you say."

Seeing him compromise, she softened again, "Do you really have a way to find Ling Zheng?"

"It's true."

"Then I'll have to give Zhang Er a few lashes before he goes back, so everyone knows what happens when you bully my husband. How can I quell my anger if he doesn't lie in bed for a few months?"

"It's all up to you."

Ling Silang used to be indifferent to life and death, but now, seeing Du Mingxian carrying a bowl out of the house, and remembering what she had said about living, he desperately wanted to live, to live with her, and to watch the sun rise and set.

If I leave, what will she do alone?

After placing the bowl in the kitchen, Du Mingxian took the whip and went outside.

Nowadays, there are always people watching from a distance in front of the Ling family's house. Even if there are no adults, there are children. Everyone stares at Zhang Er as if he were a gorilla.

Zhang Er has learned a harsh lesson these past two days and is filled with regret.

Seeing Du Mingxian take out a whip, she was immediately terrified. "I admit it, I admit it, please don't hit me anymore."

"When you took my husband up the mountain, you should have thought about your own fate."

Without saying a word, Du Mingxian started cracking the whip. She didn't hold back at all; every lash landed solidly. After a few lashes, Zhang Er felt like he was going to die.

Just then, the Zhang family came to deliver the meal; today, it was Zhang's mother who came to deliver the meal.

From afar, she could see Du Mingxian beating someone. She ran as fast as she could, and when she got closer, she saw her son covered in blood, looking like he was about to die.

"You... my son already knows he was wrong, please let him go, please let him go." Zhang's mother was furious.

Du Mingxian had no desire to speak to Zhang's mother and ignored her completely.

When Zhang's mother saw that Du Mingxian was about to hit someone, she had no choice but to bring up her friendship with Ling's mother.

After the incident, the first time she came was to find Ling's mother, but Ling's mother was not in the courtyard. Later, she did not dare to come and disturb her, after all, Ling Silang's life was in danger, and Ling's mother would certainly not say anything nice.

But now, she had no choice but to bring the person out to save her son.

"No, don't hit him, let him go. I have a relationship with your mother, we used to sympathize with each other as sisters."