Wen Yifan flipped her hand over, revealing the dandelions inside.
Everyone was stunned when they saw them.
Widow Bai’s expression turned awkward.
Wen Yifan continued, “During the day, I only went to ask you for an explanation. It was clearly your son who knocked me unconscious, yet you put on a show of trying to prove your innocence by threatening suicide. Weren’t you just relying on the fact that no one was there at the time and no one knew the truth? I still have the injury on my head from when your son hit me. I dare to ask a doctor to examine it—do you? Since everyone’s here now, let’s clear this up once and for all. You keep saying I’m wronging you. If you truly have nothing to do with Song Yanchuan, why does he run to your house all day long? And secretly give you money and grain—do you think I don’t know about that?”
At this point, Wen Yifan paused and looked at the surrounding villagers. “Everyone, judge this fairly for me. Just because someone looks weak and pitiful doesn’t mean they’re right. Who has it easy these days? Isn’t every family’s money money? Isn’t every family’s grain grain? Am I supposed to just endure it? If my family’s money and grain hadn’t been given to you, would I need to come here picking dandelions?”
As she spoke, Wen Yifan plopped down on the field ridge and burst into loud sobs.
Cry? Who doesn’t know how to cry?
Widow Bai’s face looked terrible. She hadn’t expected Wen Yifan to seem like a completely different person, suddenly so difficult to deal with. Seeing the villagers’ looks toward her growing increasingly suspicious, she opened her mouth to explain. “Brother Song only felt sorry for us, a widow and her child, and wanted to help as fellow villagers. He’s a good man. I’m grateful to him. I never expected things to turn out like this…”
“Help you? Is he the director of the Women’s Federation? Does he need to help you? If you’re in difficulty, can’t you go to the Women’s Federation?”
Wen Yifan pressed on. “What are you pretending to be pitiful and wronged for? Isn’t the truly pitiful and wronged person me?”
“It really was Old Song who did wrong here. There’s always gossip around a widow’s door.”
“Exactly. Look how Sister Wen has been pushed to this point. She’s always been so virtuous. If she hadn’t been forced into a corner, she wouldn’t be like this!”
…
Public opinion instantly reversed. Widow Bai burned with embarrassment and shot Wen Yifan a vicious glare before turning to leave.
“Stop right there! Return the money and grain my husband gave you! If you don’t, I’ll go to the village chief! I’m not asking for much—thirty yuan and six jin of rice and flour. Then we’ll call it even!”
Seeing Widow Bai trying to leave, Wen Yifan naturally wouldn’t let her off so easily.
The grudges of both her past and present lives would be settled properly. This was only the beginning!
A scumbag man and a shameless woman—she wouldn’t let either of them go!
“He never gave me that much! My family doesn’t even have that much money or grain! Wen Yifan, don’t go too far!” Widow Bai panicked and could no longer keep up her act.
“I’m going too far? You seduced my husband, took my family’s money and grain, let your son hit me, and even turned around to accuse me. And now that I just want my money and grain back, I’m the one going too far?”
Wen Yifan sneered. “If you don’t hand over the money and grain today, I’ll go to the Women’s Federation and the village chief. Let’s see who’s really going too far. I have nothing to hide! If your conscience is clear, come with me right now!”
She stepped forward to grab Widow Bai.
Widow Bai dodged. She didn’t dare go! If this really reached the village chief, she wouldn’t be able to stay in the village anymore.
“Fine, I’ll give it to you. Come home with me to get it,” Widow Bai said viciously.
“Have your son deliver it to my house directly. I’ll be waiting. If it’s not delivered by tomorrow morning, we’ll meet at the village chief’s house,” Wen Yifan replied.
She wasn’t stupid. If she followed Widow Bai, her son might beat her to death.
With that, she turned and left.
In her mind, the system’s voice sounded: “You have obtained six jin of wild dandelion, worth twelve yuan. Would you like to sell?”
Wen Yifan silently answered “Yes.” The dandelions in her hands turned into twelve yuan.
Tucking the money away, she returned home and threw all of Song Yanchuan’s clothes and bedding out into the yard.
Seeing this, Song Yanchuan shouted, “You crazy woman, what are you up to now?”
“From today on, we sleep in separate rooms. If you dare step into my room, I’ll cripple you!”
As she finished speaking, her gaze dropped to his lower body.
Song Yanchuan immediately felt a faint ache there. The scene from earlier that day flashed through his mind. This woman had truly gone mad! He’d better not provoke her.
Later that evening, Widow Bai’s son, Han Jingzhi, indeed brought over the money and grain. Ignoring the way he looked as if he wanted to devour her alive, Wen Yifan calmly took everything.
…
The next day, when Wen Yifan got up, it was already late. It was the eldest son’s family’s turn to make breakfast, yet they still hadn’t gotten up.
Wen Yifan didn’t indulge them. She grabbed an iron basin, went to the eldest son’s door, and began banging loudly on it.
Before long, the door opened. Song Huailin stood there with dark circles under his eyes and faint nail marks still on his face, looking at Wen Yifan groggily. “Mom, what are you doing so early in the morning?”
“Early? Look at the time! The whole family is waiting for you two to make breakfast! If you don’t get up now, do you want everyone to be late? You’re lazier than pigs!”
Wen Yifan sneered.
One look at Song Huailin and she knew he must have argued fiercely with Shen Que last night over her secretly supporting her parents’ family—and probably got scratched for it.
In her previous life, he had always been henpecked. She had no intention of interfering in their marriage this time.
Song Huailin finally came to his senses, remembering what Wen Yifan had said at dinner the night before. “Mom, I’ll go to the kitchen and start cooking.”
“There’s no time. Go to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy some meat buns and soy milk. Two meat buns and one cup of soy milk per person,” Wen Yifan said.
In those days, meat buns and soy milk were expensive treats that only city people could usually afford.
“That’s so expensive!” Song Huailin’s heart ached. “Mom, forget it. I’ll just cook some wild vegetable porridge. It’ll be quick.”
He didn’t even舍舍舍 want to buy it for himself, and now he had to buy it for the whole family!
“When I tell you to go, you go.”
Wen Yifan raised the iron basin in her hand, clearly ready to smash it onto his head if he dared say no.
Fearing the basin would really come down on him, Song Huailin didn’t even wipe the sleep from his eyes before pulling up his pants and running to the supply and marketing cooperative.
When Shen Que finally woke up, washed up, and came out leisurely for breakfast, her eyes lit up at the sight of the buns on the table. “Mom, what’s the occasion today? Why are we having buns?”
She picked up her chopsticks, took a bowl of soy milk without waiting for anyone else, and broke a meat bun in half.
The rich, oily aroma of meat instantly filled everyone’s noses.
Beside her, Song Huailin sat with a dark expression and said resentfully, “Wife, I just went out to buy those.”