As soon as the sedan chair landed, Xipo opened her hijab and pushed Zhou Peng into the woodshed. The man on the bed coughed up blood, and the relatives stood at the door and sneered: "For good fortune? Just for bad luck. When Daniel dies, this wife will be sent directly to Zhuangzi." Zhou Peng touched the two silver needles in his sleeves - they could only be inserted twice a day, but they were enough to hang Shen Yanqiu's life. On the third day, the man opened his eyes. On the seventh day, the clan elders forced them to separate their families and gave them only two acres of thin farmland and half a bag of moldy grain. Everyone in the village laughed: A sick man and a loser are waiting to starve to death. But when Zhou Peng plunged the silver needle into the vegetable field, the dead seedlings headed overnight, and the dew was filled with spiritual energy. Shen Yanqiu held a hoe and said, "Madam, I want to study." She smiled and handed over the private school bundle. On the day when the results were released in autumn, the county government master personally delivered the good news. The corrupt official wanted to raise taxes, so Zhou Peng turned around and walked into the ancestral hall and took out the clan rules - if a woman is married, she will be tax-free for thirty acres. Someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Your vegetable patch is glowing green!" She turned around and saw three sword lights flying towards her from the top of the mountain.
