A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

He Zhaodi choked on his water, scrambled to his feet, his hair smeared all over his face, and gasped for breath.

He Xidi quietly walked towards He Zhaodi's clothes, and his eyes lit up when he saw the bulging part.

He Zhao saw her reach for it and quickly shouted, "Don't move!"

"It's too late now," He Xidi said, pulling a wad of cash from her clothes and pinching her nose.

"He Zhaoyang, your clothes stink! You should live with pigs. You're incredibly lucky to be with Yuze-ge."

Liu Aiyun walked straight over, took out the money, and stuffed it into her pocket without even counting it. "What are you looking at? What's yours is mine. I've raised you with so much hardship, what's wrong with taking some of your money?"

He Zhaodi sneered, "Fine, then take this money, and we'll break off our ties. There's 54 yuan in there, that's enough."

Liu Aiyun: "What severance of ties? This money is what I gave you as a token of filial piety after raising you. Did you say it was 'severance of ties' money before I took it?"

"Besides, so what if I take it? Are you going to hit your own mother? If you're so capable, then get up and take it right now."

Liu Aiyun knew perfectly well that she wasn't wearing any clothes and couldn't possibly steal them, which is why she dared to provoke them so brazenly.

He Zhao stared intently at Liu Aiyun and said, "You've taken the money, now get out."

Liu Aiyun ignored her and left on her own, with He Xidi following her out.

"Mom, with this money, can I buy some new clothes? I went to the market today, and there are many new styles."

"Okay, we have a few extra dollars, let's all go out to eat tonight."

Six p.m.

He Zhaodi walked to the riverbank, where Sheng Yuze was already waiting for her.

He Xidi didn't come along this time because they took He Zhaodi's money to eat in town, but left He Zhaodi to watch the house, which conveniently made things easier for her.

He Zhaodi: "What did you call me here to say?"

Sheng Yuze looked at her for a while, then said, "My mom said we should get our marriage certificate tomorrow."

He Zhao stared in disbelief, "So fast?"

"Um."

He Zhao looked at Sheng Yuze. Although his eyesight had improved considerably, he still couldn't see clearly and could only make out blurry outlines. "What if I regret it after we get married?"

Sheng Yuze: "Then you can divorce me anytime."

"And I'll probably be in the military most of the time, so you don't need to worry about feeling awkward around me."

I won't restrict you; I can hand over all my salary.

I know you're not having a good time in the He family. You can leave the He family if you marry me.

He Zhaodi thought about it seriously for a moment, considering the possibility of this matter.

She admitted that the conditions offered by Sheng Yuze were very tempting: her husband had money and didn't come home, and he could also help her leave.

He Zhaodian: "Then what do you want?"

Sheng Yuze laughed: "My old lady is dying. You should know about this. There was a charlatan who said she needed to find someone to marry to bring good luck. Look at the village, who would dare to marry me? And thanks to your ginseng, my old lady's condition has improved a lot."

Yes, He Zhaodi gave Sheng Yuze the ginseng; she didn't want to owe Sheng Yuze a favor.

He Zhaodi was trying to ascertain the truthfulness of his words. "Let me think about it."

Sheng Yuze nodded, "Okay, if you're unwilling, I'll explain the situation to both families."

*

The next morning, Sheng Yuze drove his old Jeep and waited for He Zhaodi outside the door.

He Xi saw Sheng Yuze's car and was about to get in when he opened the door and found it locked.

He Zhaodi laughed when he saw this scene.

He Xidiai became angry from embarrassment, "What are you laughing at?"

He Zhaodi didn't say anything, and directly opened the passenger door.

The door opened.

He Zhaodi turned to look at He Xidi, "I wasn't laughing at anything."

After saying that, he got into the car.

Taking advantage of He Zhaodi's inattention, He Xidi rushed up and shouted, "Where are you going? I want to go too!"

He Zhao grinned, "Going to get our marriage certificate? Are you coming too?"

He Xi was stunned to hear that the two had gotten their marriage certificate. "How is this possible?"

He Zhaodi took the opportunity to push her and then closed and locked the door.

After completing a series of actions, she looked at Sheng Yuze and said, "I've thought it through. We can get our marriage certificate, but I need to change my name."

Sheng Yuze nodded, "Okay, this name is indeed not good. What era are we living in? They still prefer boys to girls."

He Zhao hesitated and said, "But won't this delay the time we get our marriage certificate?"

Sheng Yuze shook his head, took out the military's internal phone, dialed a number, and then handed it to He Zhaodi.

It was settled after exchanging a few words with the other party.

Upon arriving at the police station, He Zhaodi handed the letter of introduction to the police officer.

"What name do you want to change it to?"

"He Zhaoyang." The policeman took the letter of introduction, glanced at it, and then looked up at He Zhaoyang.

"He Zhaoyang?" He repeated the new name, glancing down at the household registration book. "So your original name was He Zhaodi, right?"

"Um."

"Write down the reason for changing your name." The policeman pulled a form out of the drawer.

He Zhaodi filled it out and gave it to him.

The police officer took it, glanced at it, picked up the official seal, opened the household registration book, and stamped it next to He Zhaoyang.

"Alright." He pushed the household registration book back.

Sheng Yuze stood to the side, not saying a word from beginning to end. Only after she had put away the household registration book did he speak: "Let's go to the commune."

"Um."

The two turned and walked out of the police station, getting into the car. He Zhaoyang sat in the passenger seat, clutching the household registration booklet tightly in his hand.

After driving for a few minutes, she suddenly spoke up: "Thank you."

Sheng Yuze gripped the steering wheel, looking at the road ahead. "You're welcome, He Zhaoyang."

The car stopped at the entrance of the commune.

The two of them went in and came out very quickly.

The only difference is that they have two more "small certificates of merit".

Sheng Yuze drove her directly back to her parents' home to get her things, while he waited at the door.

He Zhaoyang pushed open the door and saw Liu Aiyun washing clothes.

There was also He Xidi's sobbing; judging from the sound, he had been crying for a long time, and his voice was hoarse.

"Did you receive it?"

He Zhaoyang: "Mm."

Liu Aiyun opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but He Zhaoyang ignored her and turned to go into the house.

She grabbed two changes of clothes, not planning to buy any more. Besides, she wasn't sure she could find clothes for someone weighing 190 pounds outside, and she was sure she would lose weight anyway.

She can no longer stand her weight of 190 pounds.

She ate a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum before getting out of bed in the morning.

She sensed the spiritual energy within her body; although it wasn't much, it was enough to do some things.

On a whim, she went to Liu Aiyun's room.

He Zhaoyang vaguely remembered that she hid the money under the stove under the bed.

She crouched down and slowly felt around until she found a plastic bag, which she then took out.

Upon opening it and counting, there were 1497 pieces of loose change totaling 63 cents.

"Heh." He Zhaoyang sneered. So he has so much money, and he's even a thousand-yuan household.

However, due to cause and effect, she cannot take more.

She only took her own betrothal gift of 50 yuan and the 54 yuan from selling ginseng.

He put the money back where it was, and on a whim, returned to his room.

She walked out of the house as if she hadn't done anything.

He Zhaoyang stared at Liu Aiyun's back and quietly formed a hand seal to inject the energy into her body.

He Zhaodi leaned against the threshold, his lips already as white as paper.

Sure enough, this body was still too weak; even with just a small spell, its spiritual energy was almost depleted.