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Among the onlookers, Old Mrs. Yang's eyes were red-rimmed, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were all squeezed together.

Her most beloved son was Yang Fujun. He was a promising and sensible boy who made her proud in the village, but tragically, he died young. Countless nights, she was awakened by the grief of losing her son, her pillow soaked with tears again and again.

Previously, she thought that death was the end and that she would never see her son again. Now, hearing from Tang Susu that Yang Fujun had appeared and protected her family, she felt a mix of sorrow and joy.

Old Mrs. Yang forced back the tears welling up in her eyes, squeezed through the crowd, and walked to the big banyan tree.

She pulled out a handful of wild vegetables from her bosom, which she had originally intended to feed the chickens, and threw them at Yang Houcai, angrily shouting, "You heartless bastard! You have a family and a home, yet you don't know how to cherish your life, instead you have to set your sights on a widow in the village!"

Her voice was loud and clear, each word ringing with conviction: "The men of the Lan family are cowards, but my Fujun is a hero who has been to the battlefield! You dare to lay a hand on his widow and orphans, even if he becomes a vengeful ghost, he will never let you go, and will drag you down to hell!"

Seeing this, Yang Houcai's mother rushed over and grabbed Yang's wife's arm, then cried out to the surrounding villagers for help: "Please help us! There are so many men in the village, their yang energy is strong, what are we afraid of if my deceased husband's spirit appears? Please save my son!"

Several burly men, who were usually quite bold, were swayed by her call. They exchanged glances and headed towards the banyan tree.

But as soon as they crossed the wetland area around the banyan tree, a tingling electric current instantly coursed through their bodies.

Several burly men, caught off guard, fell to the ground one after another with thuds, wincing in pain and unable to get up for a long time.

Although they weren't knocked unconscious by the electric shock, the excruciating pain and numbness sent chills down everyone's spine, and no one dared to doubt the claim that "Yang Fujun had appeared."

The village head pushed through the crowd and came out, his face so dark it could drip water.

He glared at Yang Houcai before speaking, "Tang Susu is right. Yang Houcai will only be allowed to go home when Miao Yulan's health improves."

He turned to Yang Houcai and angrily rebuked him: "You dare to break into someone's house and steal like this while I'm not in the village? If you dare to do it again, I'll drag you to the authorities and lock you up in jail!"

As he spoke, he deliberately gave Zheng the pimp in the crowd a warning look, reminding him to behave himself.

Yang Houcai, who was tied to the tree, was in so much pain and swelling that he had lost his mind and was on the verge of collapse.

He screamed for help at the top of his lungs until his voice was hoarse.

The villagers who were watching either looked reluctant or were afraid, and no one dared to take another step forward.

Even his parents, still terrified from the electric shock, huddled to the side, too afraid to move.

Yang Houcai was completely isolated and helpless, and could only struggle and curse in vain.

Old Mrs. Yang spat in the direction of the banyan tree, then turned to Tang Susu and said, "I'm going to check on Yulan. She's heavily pregnant; she can't afford to get hurt."

Worried that her mother-in-law and Tang Susu would clash, Wen quickly followed.

Shen didn't care about Miao Yulan's life or death at all; she just wanted to join in the fun, so she happily followed behind.

The three of them walked into the Tang family's courtyard and immediately saw the neat chicken coop, duck shed, and dog kennel.

Chickens and ducks strolled happily in the yard, while Yang Dahuang and Yang Dabai frolicked nearby. The scene seemed chaotic, yet it exuded a vibrant sense of order.

Old Mrs. Yang swallowed back the words she was about to say and followed Tang Susu into the house.

Seeing Miao Yulan lying unconscious on the bed with a pale face, her heart clenched.

She had long considered Tang Lifu and Tang Liqiang as her own people, so naturally she felt sorry for the child in Miao Yulan's belly that might not survive—that was Tang Lifu's first child.

Wen suggested in a low voice, "Why don't we go to town and find a better doctor to take a look?"

Old Mrs. Yang immediately nodded in agreement: "Money is not a problem. Don't be stingy with those few coins. If the person is gone, then everything is gone."

As she spoke, she took out a hundred copper coins from her pocket and stuffed them into Tang Susu's hand.

These hundred copper coins were always on her person for emergencies; she also hid several hundred more in a hole under her bed.

Wen also took out about ten copper coins that she had saved. Although Shen was heartbroken, she still had to bite the bullet and handed over two copper coins for the sake of face.

Tang Susu saw through Shen's reluctance at a glance, but also acknowledged her concern for face—there are plenty of ways to manipulate such a person in the future.

She refused the coins offered by the crowd, and sighed as she explained, "Dr. Zhang has already come to see you. He said that even if we call the doctor from town, it won't be of much use. We can only let Yulan rest for now. If we're lucky, the baby might survive. As long as the mother is safe, that's all that matters."

After hearing this, Old Lady Yang silently took back the copper coin and comforted her, "Yulan is only sixteen years old, still young. As long as she takes good care of her health, she will have plenty of opportunities to get pregnant again in the future."

After saying that, she turned and left the Tang family with Wen and Shen.

Not long after Granny Yang and the others left, Houcai's wife appeared in front of the Tang family's door.

Her face was ashen, her eyes were dull, she had lost a lot of weight, and she looked completely drained of energy, clearly having not slept all night.

Houcai's wife took out a small cloth bag from her bosom and handed it to Tang Susu, her voice hoarse: "Yang Houcai injured Yulan, so our family should pay for the medical expenses. This is all the money our family has."

Tang Susu took the money, opened it, counted the coins, and told Houcai's wife, "There are about sixty-eight or sixty-nine copper coins in here. Yulan has already spent one hundred and thirty-five copper coins on medicine, so your family still owes me sixty-two copper coins."

Houcai's wife nodded silently, said nothing, and turned to leave dejectedly.

Tang Susu watched her receding figure, a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

She recalled Houcai's wife's previous shrewish and effeminate manner, and now, seeing her so lifeless, dragged down by her husband's mess, she felt even more that being single was truly wonderful—no need to serve men, no need to suffer such humiliation, and only by staying away from men could she live a long and stable life.

When Houcai's wife passed by the big banyan tree in the village, Yang Houcai, who was tied to the tree, saw her at a glance.

He clung to Hou Cai's wife like a drowning man grasping at a straw, yelling angrily, "Stop right there! Put me down and take me home!"

Hou Cai's wife stopped and turned to give him a cold look, her tone calm: "You made your own mess, so bear the consequences yourself. Don't drag me into it."

"You dare rebel?" Yang Houcai cursed furiously. "Even if Yang Fujun weren't dead, I wouldn't be afraid of him, let alone the fact that he's been dead for ages!"

He cursed as he struggled desperately.

The straw rope that Tang Liqiang had tied earlier had loosened a bit.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he freed his hands and began to untie the ropes binding his legs, roaring at Houcai's wife, "You dare to leave? When I get out, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Not long after, Yang Houcai untied the hemp rope from his legs.

He staggered to his feet and lunged at Houcai's wife.

But the moment he stepped onto the damp ground around the banyan tree, a strong electric current struck him instantly.

He convulsed and fell to the ground with a thud, trembling from the pain.

Tang Susu controlled the power switch from a distance, deliberately not turning up the power. Although it didn't make him faint, it was enough to make him feel excruciating pain.

Houcai's wife stood aside, coldly mocking, "You just said you weren't afraid of Yang Fujun, is this you kneeling down to apologize to him?"

Yang Houcai lay on the ground, feeling weak all over and unable to control his body.

He looked around, and in broad daylight, there was nothing unusual, yet he just couldn't get out of that circle of banyan trees.

He was finally terrified; his face turned deathly pale, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and he trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, he was completely convinced that it was Yang Fujun's ghost causing the trouble.

As the sun rose higher, its golden rays bathed the entire Yangqu Village, foreshadowing another scorching hot day.

Tang Lifu and Tang Liqiang had already driven their oxcart to town to deliver cold noodles.

Yang Gousheng still didn't go home, while Yang Xiaobao herded the ducks to the fields to graze them.

Lanxia was silently weaving dry grass in the yard, while Miao Yulan was still lying unconscious on the bed.

Tang Susu moved a stool and sat under the shade of a tree in the backyard, diligently studying the medical books she had bought from the trading platform.

She didn't know anything about medicine and didn't dare to prescribe any drugs for Miao Yulan, so she could only cram at the last minute and learn as much as she could.

She learned from the book that although pregnant women can use medication to prevent miscarriage after a fall, they must never use it indiscriminately.

It's best to check if the fetus is normal first, and the most direct way to determine if the fetus is okay is to listen to the fetal heartbeat.