The Whole Village Thrives After Adopting a Lucky Girl

Standing at the door was Jiang Erlang’s ex-wife, from the Leng Family.

Her face was pale and sallow, a faint bruise still on her cheek, tear-brimmed eyes looking at Jiang Erlang.

“Erlang, 1…1 came to see the children.”

Jiang Erlang was silent and didn’t let her enter.

From the Leng Family, she stepped forward to grab his sleeve, but he evaded her.

Jiang Erlang backed off a few steps and noticed her protruding stomach, apparently she was pregnant.

“You’re already married, don’t come to my house anymore.” Jiang Erlang spoke coldly: “The children are all right. They’ve gotten used to living without a mother. You being here will just upset them.”

After divorcing from Jiang Erlang, she remarried to a widower in his forties in town. Her mother, Old Lady Cao, received twenty taels of silver as a betrothal gift. This news was known throughout Dongchen Village.

In a village of this size, any bit of news spreads quickly; not a thing can be kept hidden once the old ladies start to gossip.

Reportedly, the widower runs a pickle stand in town, selling all sorts of pickles, salted vegetables, garlic and others—the business wasn’t bad.

His previous wife left him with a son and a daughter, but the son died of illness two years ago, leaving only a young teenage girl.

In theory, life wouldn’t be bad for Leng as the wife of the household, so long as she bore him a son and a daughter, the widower would definitely take good care of her.

Why she came back now was unclear.

Leng Family covered her face and started crying, “Erlang, can you really be so heartless? I just miss the children, just let me see them once…..”

At this time, Erni and Huzi, hearing the commotion, ran out from the house and stood by Jiang Erlang, looking at the woman before them.

Huzi hadn’t seen his mother in over a year, and he barely recognized her, simply staring at her curiously.

Erni had, however, recognized the woman. Even though her appearance was somewhat unfamiliar, Erni knew at a glance that this was her mother.

Yet Erni didn’t dare to call out to her. She merely gave her a look of pity, not knowing what to do.

“Huzi! Erni! My children….”

When Leng Family saw the two children and tried to rush them, she was blocked by Jiang Erlang.

“Leng Family! Our divorce was clear, I paid you 15 taels of silver and said the children will not be related to you from then on. You inked your handprint on those papers.”

Jiang Erlang coldly said: “You have seen the children, stop lingering here and return where you belong.”

Even if her life was not comfortable now, she should go to her mother’s house, not seek warmth here.

Leng Family’s eyes blurred with tears, sobbing, “Erlang, I regret it, I really do…” At this time, some nosy neighbors holding their bowls came over to watch the scene.

Someone ridiculed: “Isn’t this Leng Family then? But you are already married, why are you back?”

“Could she be eying Jiang Erlang’s wealth and want to scoop some money for her younger brother?”

“Oh my, Leng Family, you change faces faster than turning pages in a book, aren’t you afraid of burning bridges?”

Ignoring the villagers’ ridicule, Leng Family continued crying, “Erlang, for the sake of us being husband and wife for more than a decade, let me come back….”

Jiang Erlang became stern and interrupted her words, “Leng Family, I urge you to go back, I am about to get married. Even if you regret now, it’s too late.”

The words were just to push off the Leng Family. He and the children were living well now. Although life was hard, it was peaceful. He really didn’t want to go back to the days of constant pandering.

“No! Erlang, how can you marry someone else? I do not agree!” Leng Family screamed hysterically, throwing herself onto Jiang Erlang, “Erlang, you are mine…mine…whoo-whoo-whoo…”

Jiang Erlang wanted to push her off, but Leng Family clung to him like a plaster, her arms desperately wrapped around his waist.

Erni and Huzi were both stunned and didn’t know how to help their father.

Even the neighbors couldn’t bear to watch and kindly advised, “I say, Leng Family lady, you’re already married so stop pestering like this. Go home. If your husband’s family finds out, it’s going to be really bad.”

From the Leng Family lady, there was no response. She just clung to Jiang Erlang and wept bitterly, “Erlang, don’t abandon me. I really know I was wrong….whimper…whimper…”

At that moment, a young girl’s voice rang out, “Oh, how shameless! Told us you ran home, but here you are bothering a man. Did you see this, Father? This woman is just despicably adaptable, not being punished for just one day can make her grow wings.”

Woman from Leng Family quickly turned her head, only to see her twelve-year-old stepdaughter watching her with a gleeful smile.

Standing next to the young girl was her current husband, Zuo Cheng, with a dark expression on his face as he came over.

Leng Family lady screamed and tried to hide behind Jiang Erlang.

Zuo Cheng rushed forward, grabbing her hair, and brutally scolded, “I’ve been feeding you, clothing you, looking after you and your pickled vegetables. The moment I turn my back, you run home and start meeting men secretly. I’ll kill you, you fickle-minded, stinking, depraved woman.”

With that, he slapped her in the face, the sound echoing loudly. Instantly, one side of the Leng Family lady’s face turned a deep purple.

Instantly she stopped crying, covering her head, pleading desperately, “Stop hitting me, I won’t dare to anymore…Zuo Lang, I won’t dare to…let go, I’m bearing a child.”

Jiang Erlang turned and pulled the two children into the room, instructing them not to come out, before taking up his carrying basket and heading to South Slope.

By now, the Leng Family lady had been dragged away by Zuo Cheng, followed by a group of villagers with bowls in hand.

Yingbao, who was just heading to the school, also witnessed this and silently watched tor a while, then shook her head.

There is no antidote for regret in this world.

In the past year, despite her marriage in town, the Leng Family lady didn’t return to look at her children even once, let alone make shoes for Huzi and Erni or send any clothes.

Now that she said she missed and couldn’t bear to part with her children, only a fool would believe it.

Perhaps she heard that their uncle had built a large tile-roofed house and was making money by planting golden ears, so she started acting up.

You could tell from the quality of the clothes she was wearing that her widower husband was treating her quite well.

The man was only a bit old, a bit ugly, and a bit dark. Everything else was acceptable, and he was well-matched with the Leng Family lady.

Not to boast, but Yingbao’s uncle was good-looking and delicate, unlike a man in his early thirties.

Now that he has recovered from his illness and his body is gradually strengthening, he looks even more youthful and robust, more handsome than their own father, and several unmarried girls in the village are secretly giving Huzi treats.

Looking at the Leng Family lady, however, she seemed to have aged, and her entire demeanor was old and weathered. In comparison to her past rounded beauty, she seemed like a different person.

Well, what can you say? When you get something, you don’t know how to cherish it. Now that you realize how good your uncle is, you want to regret it? Is there such a thing as a regret remedy in this world?

When Yingbao arrived at the school, she saw that Chen Zhao was sitting with Sister Wen, both with smiles on their faces.

“Sister Shu Shu, you’re amazing. I can’t get this text right, but as soon as you teach me, I get it.”

While Chen Zhao was praising Wen Shu, he caught a glance at Yingbao, his eyes full of triumph and provocation.

Yingbao walked up to them, like a food protective wolf pup, pulled Shen Shu aside, and sat down opposite Chen Zhao. She grinned, “If I teach you, I can definitely do better than Sister Wen. Do you want to try?”

She and Sister Wen were both on the first track and their curriculum was more difficult than the second track, so it wasn’t wrong for her to call herself Chen Zhao’s senior.

Chen Zhao’s pretty little face gradually crumbled, her lips pouting as she looked for help from Wen Shu. “Sister Shu Shu, I….”

Wen Shu answered with a smile, “I have my own studies to do. Let Yingbao teach you. Although she’s young, she is still your senior. In academia, it’s all about knowledge level, not age. She is more than capable of teaching you.”

Chen Zhao….

Yingbao raised an eyebrow at him, then slammed her hand down on the

Thousand Character Text, “I am your second senior sister, and if I don’t teach you ten sections of text today, I’ll beat your hands with a wooden ruler!”