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The man from Ma'an Village who had been slapped on the back of the head by Old Lady Deng winced in pain.

He roared angrily, raising his fist to teach the old woman a lesson: "You old hag, you dare hit me? Just you wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Looking up, I saw hundreds of burly men who had just finished digging the ditch were crowding around me.

Each of them was burly and had an angry expression, like a mountain, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

The man immediately chickened out, swallowing back the rest of his threats.

His legs went weak, and he turned and ran away.

The other villagers from Ma'an Village were also terrified and fled in panic, disappearing into the mountains and forests in no time.

The village head, with his hands behind his back, strolled over slowly.

His expression was serious and grave as he said in a deep voice, "Everyone remember this: from now on, we must be very wary of those people from Ma'an Village. They even demand exorbitant prices for water; now that they see we have water, who knows what despicable things they might do? They're perfectly capable of using such underhanded tactics as poisoning!"

Tang Susu chimed in, adding, "Uncle Lizheng is right. The patrol team we formed earlier shouldn't be disbanded. We need to assign people to specifically guard this ditch, protect our rice paddies, and more importantly, protect the grain of the entire Yangqu Village."

Previously, some villagers had doubts about establishing a village patrol team, feeling it was unnecessary.

But after the incident where the people of Ma'an Village publicly spat into the ditch in a provocative manner, all the villagers have finally come to their senses.

Everyone agreed to rebuild the village patrol team. The able-bodied men on site immediately gathered together and quickly finalized the patrol shifts, coverage areas, and other arrangements.

The water in the fields flowed more and more, and the clear, shallow water reflected the green and yellow rice ears, as well as the figures of everyone on the ridges.

This clear spring not only nourished the parched land, but also soothed the hearts of thousands of households, dispelling the gloom that had hung over the hearts of the people of Yangqu Village for many days.

The fields are filled with an atmosphere of joy and peace.

Grandma Deng, leaning on her cane, walked forward unsteadily and held Tang Susu's hand tightly.

Tears streamed down her face as she said gratefully, "Gousheng's mother, thank goodness for you! If it weren't for you finding the water source and coming up with the idea of ​​digging a canal, this old woman would probably have followed in Yang Meizi's footsteps and starved to death in this famine."

The village head's wife, wiping away tears of emotion, blushed and apologized to Tang Susu: "Gou Sheng's mother, I was confused before, I misunderstood you, and I even gossiped about you behind your back. You are such a good person! Whether it was discovering lotus roots or finding a water source, you informed the village immediately, without hiding anything. You are a great benefactor to our Yangqu Village, but how could such a good person have to become a widow?"

Aunt Liu squeezed through the crowd, her face beaming as she tried to play matchmaker for Tang Susu: "Gou Sheng's mother, don't be sad. My older brother's wife passed away last year. He's only thirty-two now, a true veteran farmer, honest and strong. If you're free tomorrow, I can help you two meet and chat?"

Behind the crowd, Old Mrs. Yang stood in the shadows, her expression complex.

She muttered to herself: The third brother has only been dead for a short time, and the villagers are already in a hurry to find a new husband for his wife? No matter how badly Gou Sheng's mother was treated before, she was still the wife of the Yang family.

If she really remarries, she will have absolutely no connection with the Yang family anymore, and those children will become children of someone else's family.

Another kind-hearted woman stepped forward and assured her, "Dog-Sheng's mother, don't worry. Your mother-in-law is kind-hearted and definitely won't stop you from remarrying. Your two younger brothers and two sons are all sensible children and won't say anything. Leave the matter of finding you a good husband to me!"

Tang Susu was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by this unexpected "matchmaking" behavior.

She forced an unnatural smile and quickly changed the subject: "Thank you all for your kindness, aunties and grandmas. I think living alone like this is quite nice, very comfortable. Now that we have water for irrigation, I plan to clear the land in my backyard to grow vegetables. Does anyone have extra vegetable seeds they could lend me some?"

Upon hearing this, the villagers immediately shifted their attention from matchmaking to the vegetable seeds.

Aunt Liu quickly replied, "I have cabbage and radish seeds at home; I'll get some for you when I get home!"

The village head's wife smiled and said, "I have celery, garlic sprouts, and scallion seeds at home. Give me as much as you want, don't be shy!"

Tang Susu successfully diverted the women's attention and breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking this opportunity, she borrowed a lot of vegetable seeds from the villagers: radish, cabbage, celery, garlic sprouts, scallions, chives, as well as various beans, water spinach, eggplant, and various melon seeds.

Previously, due to drought and water shortage, most of these seeds were carefully preserved by the villagers, who dared not sow them.

After Tang Susu mentioned it, the women also planned to go home, tidy up their own vegetable gardens, plant more vegetables, and store more vegetables for autumn and winter consumption.

Tang Susu smiled and thanked everyone, but felt a little regretful.

In this era, without common crops like peach blossoms, chili peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, and onions, there's a lack of many delicious foods. If we had these, life would be much more flavorful.

As she was pondering this to herself, Yang Houcai suddenly moved closer to her.

With a cheeky grin, he said, "Aunt Yang, we also have a lot of vegetable seeds at home, and all kinds. Come home with me, and I'll get them for you myself."

As he spoke, he took advantage of the crowd and deliberately squeezed closer to Tang Susu, his eyes filled with ill intent as he looked her over.

Tang Susu instantly became wary and subconsciously took a step back.

But the paddy field ridge was slippery because of the water that had just been poured in. She lost her footing, swayed, and almost fell into the paddy field next to her that had just been filled with water.

Seeing this, Yang Houcai's eyes flashed with a hint of smugness, and he quickly reached out, trying to take the opportunity to hug Tang Susu.

Just then, Tang Lifu pounced like a cheetah, firmly supporting Tang Susu's arm and helping her regain her footing. Yang Houcai's hand ultimately missed its mark.

Hou Cai's wife saw everything clearly from outside the crowd and was furious.

She rushed over, grabbed Yang Houcai's ear, and twisted it hard. Then she turned and glared at Tang Susu, cursing, "You shameless little whore! I'm still here, and you dare to covet my man! How long has it been since Gou Sheng's father died, and you can't even stand it anymore? You have absolutely no shame!"

Tang Susu steadied herself and tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

She gave a cold laugh and retorted, "Houcai's wife, don't rush to curse. Since you mentioned Gousheng's father, then I'd like to ask your Yang Houcai—does he think he's as good-looking as Gousheng's father? Or more successful? What is it about him that makes him worthy of my, Tang Susu's, lust?"

These words were like a sharp knife, precisely piercing Yang Houcai's heart.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he stood there, utterly embarrassed.

In his youth, he was quite good-looking and had a decent temperament, but in terms of work skills and the courage to join the army, he was no match for Yang Fujun.

Now that Yang Fujun is dead, he's still being compared to others like this; even a widow wouldn't want him.

The villagers of Yangqu Village, who had just received a great favor from Tang Susu, all stood up to support her.

Someone praised Yang Fujun, saying, "Gousheng's father was indeed handsome. When he married Gousheng's mother, many girls in the village secretly shed tears, but unfortunately, they didn't have that good fortune."

"Fu Jun is a down-to-earth and reliable good boy. Before he joined the army, he often helped the elderly, children and the weak in the village with chores. No one in our Yangqu Village can compare to him."

"Yes, he was such a good person. It's such a pity that he's gone so suddenly."

Tang Susu went through the original owner's memories in her mind.

All she could remember were her arguments with Yang Fujun.

Yang Fujun is an upright and selfless man who always loves to help others; however, the original owner of this body was the complete opposite, a person who would not act without self-interest.

Fortunately, Yang Fujun was in the military camp most of the time, so the two rarely saw each other; otherwise, they would probably have been fighting all the time.

Tang Susu took a deep breath, her gaze clear and cold as she slowly swept over the crowd.

She declared, each word deliberate and resounding: "When Gousheng's father was alive, he was extremely kind to me. Although he has now left me, his image, his voice, and his smile are deeply etched in my heart. I will never forget Gousheng's father; everything he gave me is already an integral part of my life. Today, in front of all the elders and villagers, I solemnly declare that I will dedicate my life to serving Gousheng's father!"