Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

When Li Mo'er realized that Su Yanli didn't have a fever, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked down to find that Su Yanli had already woken up.

Reflexively, she hurriedly began to explain, "I was just worried you were sick, so I... I..."

She talked and gestured for a long time, and seeing that Su Yanli was neither angry nor afraid, she stopped explaining.

"I cooked some noodles, you should eat some."

Su Yanli touched his stomach; he must be hungry, but he was so used to being hungry that he seemed to have forgotten how.

The noodles on the table looked especially tempting, with a few green vegetables floating on top. As soon as you sat down, the aroma wafted over you.

Yesterday's porridge, today's noodles—all these signs indicate that Li Mo'er has changed.

Su Yanli took a bite of the noodles; although they had no salt, they were exceptionally delicious.

In his moment of emotion, he recalled Dr. Wang's words.

She may have changed for the better, but she just doesn't want him to have her child.

Li Mo'er returned to the kitchen, finished the noodles she had saved for herself, and then stared at the salt that was placed to the side.

We can't eat noodles for every meal from now on, can we? We need to cook some vegetables with the meat we just bought.

For a chemistry major like her, how could the purification of crude salt be difficult for her?

She grabbed a handful of salt, put it in a bowl, added water to dissolve it, then found a cloth, wet it, and filtered the salt water through it.

To facilitate evaporation and crystallization, she rummaged through her belongings and found an iron frame that resembled a tripod.

Fearing it would cause a fire in the kitchen, she moved the device to the yard.

Prepare everything, light the firewood, and squat down beside it, stirring and adding more wood as you go.

Su Yanli looked at Li Mo'er, who had a serious expression, and was somewhat dazed. She seemed to care a lot about what was in that bowl.

Li Mo'er was only thinking about being able to eat better; she guessed that the local government must also control the economic lifeline of salt.

So she secretly purified some of it, just enough for herself.

She can't go back now, and the money she has left won't last long. She needs to find a new way to make money.

She recalled the time-travel novels she had read before, where the characters all had special abilities, such as being a divine doctor or a special agent.

Wait a minute? Not all miracle doctors make money by treating illnesses. Aren't there many who started out selling medicinal herbs?

Li Mo'er was thrilled. Couldn't she also go to the mountain to dig for medicinal herbs?

She looked at the salt in the bowl; half of it was left, so she added a little more firewood.

Seeing Su Yanli standing at the door, she said, "Um, I'm going out for a bit. Could you keep an eye on things for me?"

As Li Mo'er spoke, she glanced at the bowl again, thinking that nothing unexpected should happen.

"Never mind, I'll be back soon."

She went straight to Doctor Wang's clinic, where there must be books on medicinal herbs like the Compendium of Materia Medica.

"Dr. Wang, I'd like to buy a book."

Doctor Wang replied irritably, "There are only medicinal herbs here, no books."

Li Mo'er explained breathlessly, "It's a book that lists a lot of medicinal herbs."

"Not for sale, not for sale."

Doctor Wang was adamant, and she worried that Li Mo'er would go to the back mountain to find herbs on her own, which would be even more detrimental to Su Yanli.

Li Mo'er saw that Doctor Wang really didn't want to sell it to her; she would have to go to the town tomorrow.

She also wanted to try her luck at the back mountain tomorrow, hoping to find a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum or something.

"Dr. Wang, is it really not possible to sell? I still want to learn how to dig for medicinal herbs in the back mountains."

Li Mo'er's tone softened even more. She really wanted to give it a try. Even without a cheat code, she should at least have some luck, right?

Dr. Wang didn't believe it. "A grown woman, she should have some backbone. Isn't that a bit pathetic?"

Li Mo'er not only failed to buy the book, but also got a lecture from Doctor Wang.

What?! Then she should be a little tougher.

"Cough-cough-"

She cleared her throat, slammed her hand on the table, and lowered her voice, "I want to buy books!"

Seeing that Li Mo'er had become so assertive towards her, Doctor Wang grabbed a broom and was about to kick her out.

A clear laugh came from inside the pharmacy, followed by a series of suppressed coughs, "cough, cough, cough..."

"Jingmo, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing the sound, Dr. Wang immediately went over to help him ease his breathing.

Once Wang Jingmo recovered, the first thing he said was, "Mother, just sell the book to this lady."

He had witnessed everything from behind the door; this woman was truly fascinating.

Dr. Wang glanced at Li Mo'er, who was still in the pharmacy, and whispered to her son, "You don't know, she's buying books to harm people."

Wang Jingmo chuckled softly, "Mother, he won't."

There was absolutely no malice in her eyes, and her whole being exuded a pure and clear aura.

"Jingmo, do you know who she is...?"

Dr. Wang hesitated, but ultimately didn't tell his son, who was a notorious troublemaker in the village.

For her son's sake, she reluctantly took out the book and handed it to Li Mo'er, saying, "Eight taels."

"Mother~"

Hearing that his son was still there, Dr. Wang waved his hand guiltily towards the room and said gently, "Okay, I know, go back and rest."

He turned around and yelled fiercely at Li Mo'er, "Four ounces."

Li Mo'er was just about to pay when she unexpectedly managed to save half the money.

She could tell from his voice that the person inside was Doctor Wang's son, but she was surprised to find him so frail; his voice suggested he had been debilitated for a long time.

She bowed towards the inside, saying, "Thank you, young master. I hope you recover soon."

Hearing this, Doctor Wang finally gave her a kinder look, took the money, and sent her away.

Li Mo'er carefully carried the book back home, and couldn't help but chuckle as she thought about how she would soon become rich.

She was oblivious to the strange behavior of the villagers, lost in her own dream of getting rich.

"Rumble--"

Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky. Li Mo'er remembered the salt evaporating in her yard, so she stuffed the book into her arms and ran home as fast as she could.

She hurriedly pushed open the door and saw Su Yanli carrying a bowl from the shelf and placing it under the eaves.

Looking at Su Yanli's furrowed brows, she knew that the bowl must still be hot.

She dared not speak loudly, afraid of frightening Su Yanli, and could only follow behind him with worry.

As she passed by the device, she saw the firewood and sparks; Su Yanli's hands must have been burned.

Su Yanli endured the pain and carefully placed the bowl on the ground. He looked at the white crystals in the bowl and smiled happily.

As soon as he put her down, Li Mo'er rushed forward, took Su Yanli's hand, and began to examine her.

My fingers were all burned red, and some of my fingertips had blisters.

Su Yanli was startled by Li Mo'er's sudden appearance. When he realized that his hand was still in hers, his face flushed red and he pulled his hand back.

"I, I'm fine."

"It's nothing, it's nothing. It's all blistered, but it's still nothing."

Without saying a word, Li Mo'er put his hand under cold water to rinse it.