After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

While watching over the two children, Le Haochuan didn't sit idle; he casually shot down a few pigeons.

After they came down the mountain, at the entrance of the village, he gave each of the two children two.

Song Wuyue was a little embarrassed. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Brother Shuisheng, this is meat. You eat it yourself. I... I'm not greedy."

Although the child said that, his eyes were fixed on the plump pigeons.

Zhou Shouyan's family was relatively well-off, but they still couldn't afford to eat meat every day. He swallowed hard. "Yes, Brother Shuisheng, you can sell it in the county town for a lot of money."

Le Haochuan said, "A few pigeons aren't worth much, take them."

He had tied the pigeon's wings and legs beforehand, so there was no need to worry about the two children not being able to catch it.

Zhou Shouyan thought for a moment and said, "Brother Shuisheng, can you take Wuyue home? I'm afraid people from the next village will come and rob her."

The Song family's thatched house was on the edge of the village, separated from the neighboring village by only two paddy fields.

In the past, many hooligans had tried to take advantage of Song Fulang, who lived alone with his son.

Later, Song's husband kept two vicious dogs at home, and things finally calmed down.

But it was only peaceful on the surface; no one could say for sure whether those thugs had truly given up their schemes.

In these times of poverty, it is indeed inappropriate for a child to parade around with two pigeons.

Le Haochuan nodded. "Let's go."

Zhou Shouyan's house was close to the big locust tree. When he returned with the pigeons, his whole family was shocked and could not believe that the man of unknown origin would bring meat to their child.

By the time the adults in the family chased after him to ask what was going on, Le Haochuan had already gone far away.

Song's husband was picking vegetables in the yard when he heard a dog barking. He looked up and saw his son returning home beaming with joy.

The basket contained two or three pounds of bayberries, as well as some walnuts and mushrooms. Le Haochuan didn't let a five-year-old child carry it himself. He handed the basket to Song Fulang and also gave him two pigeons.

Seeing Song's somewhat puzzled look, he said dryly, "The cake is good, thank you."

Mr. Song repeatedly declined, saying, "No, no, this is too precious."

Le Haochuan ignored him completely, saying, "I'm going back."

Looking at the pigeon in his hand, Song Fulang sighed and said, "I'll send a bowl to the thatched cottage when it's stewed."

Inside the thatched hut, Old Man Xue glared at him coldly, "Other people's husbands and children are none of your business."

Le Haochuan remained silent.

Old Xue was used to it. Ever since the boy woke up, he had been rather dull and didn't like to talk. He would often stare blankly into space, seemingly lost in thought.

"Acupuncture tonight, and a few more days of treatment, will clear up the poison in your body," said Old Man Xue. "It's fortunate that you took a lot of medicine to suppress the poison before, otherwise you would have gone mad and died long ago."

"Oh," Le Haochuan replied.

Old Xue asked, "But it's hard to say whether your left eye will regain its sight."

"It doesn't matter."

Old Xue said, "Go and collect the herbs in the yard."

Le Haochuan turned around and went to the courtyard.

Old Xue thought to himself, "Although this kid has a strange temper, he's at least obedient."

A few days later, Song Wuyue and Zhou Shouyan came to the thatched cottage to find Le Haochuan.

When Le Haochuan heard the dog barking, he looked up and saw two children walking towards him hand in hand.

Zhou Shouyan knocked respectfully on the gate outside the fence. "Brother Shuisheng, it's me, Zhou Shouyan. Wuyue and I have come to see you."

The dog that Song Wuyue was leading also barked twice.

Le Haochuan was speechless. The door was wide open, yet they were putting on this useless show.

"Brother Shuisheng, we went to the county town and sold all the mountain produce. We earned three hundred coins!" Song Wuyue said happily. "I bought you some wine from the county town."

He often saw Le Haochuan going to the wine cellar to buy wine, and he thought that Le Haochuan liked to drink, so he specially bought a small bottle, which was only about two ounces, but it was a token of his affection.

Old Xue took the small wine bottle first. He opened the cap and smelled it. "Oh, it's freshly brewed rice wine. Little May, thank you."

Song Wuyue pouted, "It's for Brother Shuisheng!"

Old Man Xue said, "Since your brother Shuisheng doesn't drink, this wine can only be drunk by this old man."

Song Wuyue let out an "Ah," and then reluctantly said, "Alright then."

Le Haochuan rubbed his head, feeling that he should have a little brother by his side.

After Song Wuyue hopped away with her dog, Old Man Xue said coolly, "What are you looking at? If you like young men so much, go find a husband yourself. Stop staring at other people's young men."

Le Haochuan ignored him.

Old Man Xue suddenly became interested for some reason. "Hey, you don't actually have a husband, do you? Well, you've lost your memory, so your husband might think you're dead and remarry."

Le Haochuan said quietly, "You're different. You look like you don't have a husband. How pitiful."

Old Man Xue: "..."

Whether this body was married or not, Le Haochuan couldn't say for sure. It was also hard to say what this person's identity was before. What if he was some kind of wanted criminal? He would have to run around everywhere in the future.

"Forget it," Le Haochuan comforted himself, "let's just take it one step at a time."

In the afternoon, the village went to see the peddler, who sold all sorts of random things, and the young men and women all went to join in the fun.

That evening, Song's husband, carrying Song Wuyue, came to the thatched hut in a panic, saying that Song Wuyue had been poisoned.

Old Xue quickly put on his coat. This young man was fine in the morning, how come he was poisoned in less than half a day?

"What did you eat in May?" Old Xue asked, feeling Song Wuyue's pulse. "This poison is incredibly potent; I haven't seen anything like it in years."

With tears in his eyes, Song Fulang said, "It was just like what I usually eat... Ah! A peddler came this afternoon, and I bought him two pieces of mung bean cake."

Old Xue quickly asked, "Are you still having the mung bean cake?"

"Here!" Song Fulang said hurriedly, "There's one left, I'll go back and get it."

"Wait, besides mung bean cakes, bring everything else you've eaten as well."

"it is good."

"Go quickly," said Old Xue. "Shuisheng, go and light the stove, then cut some Poria cocos."

Le Haochuan responded and ran to light the fire in the stove.

Song's husband arrived quickly, bringing with him mung bean cakes, a half-eaten sour wild fruit, and half a bowl of medicinal juice.

This medicine was personally prescribed by Old Man Xue. Song Wuyue was in poor health when she was born, and she has been taking medicine to regulate her health over the years.

Old Xue first probed each part with a silver needle, and then carefully examined the half bowl of medicine.

"May collapsed suddenly after taking the medicine." Song Fulang did not suspect that it was the problem with Old Man Xue's medicine. Song Wuyue had been taking this medicine since she was two years old and had never had any problems.

Old Xue carefully considered half a pill, then suddenly exclaimed in alarm, "Someone has added aconite to this half bowl of medicine!"

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "No wonder... It's not just aconite. This sour fruit is the fruit of the Heavenly Fragrance Tree. It's not poisonous when eaten alone, but when you add mung beans and aconite, as well as the original ingredient in the herbal medicine, Dragon Horn Grass, this... this is a bone-dissolving poison!"