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[Your understanding with Tong Jia deepened, and you spent a happy night together, gaining 7 remaining points].
After being sincere, the points actually increased again.
Song Cheng felt a bit more hope in his heart.
At that moment, the morning light pierced through the oiled-paper window; it was another sunny day.
Tong Jia got up, sat at the edge of the bed buttoning her shirt to cover the snowy flesh at her chest and neck, and asked, "Brother Cheng, what was the ghost inside you doing when it was alive?
Why would it still want to practice?
Can a blind person practice successfully?"
After a night's contemplation, Tong Jia figured it out, the enhanced version of Brother Cheng was indeed her man. After all... she didn't get on the bed with him until Brother Cheng woke up. Moreover, getting along these days had been quite normal and good.
Song Cheng replied, "The memories of that wandering ghost are quite blurry, but I feel it might have been an ordinary disciple of some sect. I just can't recall its Dharma Method. However, if I get a Cultivation Technique, I should be able to enter the basics quickly based on my intuition."
"An ordinary disciple... of a sect," Tong Jia nodded, saying, "Got it!"
Last night, after the couple confessed to each other, Song Cheng didn't hide anything anymore and directly mentioned what he needed.
A Cultivation Technique!
He needed a Cultivation Technique!
At this point, seeing Tong Jia's thoughtful appearance, Song Cheng asked, "Do you know where I can get one?"
Tong Jia replied, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Yune's family has one."
Song Cheng was taken aback.
Tong Jia said, "It's in Yune's mind, she's too weak to practice it herself, but she taught it to her husband. After what happened to her last night, we'd better go check on them quickly."
Song Cheng hurriedly got up, enduring his weak legs and sore arms, quickly donned his clothes, tucked the axe used for chopping firewood at his waist, and took a glance at his strength.
1~1.
The axe provided him with 1 point of strength.
At his persuasion, Tong Jia also carried a Bamboo Basket, picked up a sickle, and pretended to collect herbs, her strength changing from "1~1" to "2~2."
Song Cheng glanced at Tong Jia, who was both the head of the household and his wife, and also his battle companion, and said, "Let's first go to Yune's house to see if we can help, then head to the blacksmith's to get some weapons."
Tong Jia gripped the sickle tightly.
Song Cheng said, "My dear, we're not going to risk our lives; just stay behind me later."
In the past, Tong Jia would have surely refused outright, but remembering that there was the memory of an "ordinary disciple of a sect" within Song Cheng now, she nodded.
Not to mention, the words "sect" already felt very grand and impressive to her.
Just the six words "ordinary disciple of a sect" intuitively made her feel rather reliable.
"Ever licked blood from a blade?"
The young mistress furtively asked.
Song Cheng answered, "Forgot."
The young mistress twirled the sickle, feeling a bit like a chivalrous couple in the Martial Arts World.
She had unexpectedly become the wife of an "ordinary disciple of a sect," which felt quite novel.
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The couple, gripping weapons, slowly made their way to Yune's house.
From a distance, there was a commotion.
"I violated you? Yune, you clearly seduced me first! You were even worried that the old lady next door would find out about you and me and specifically waited until three days later to open the door for me!" Ding Siyu's voice.
"You're lying!" That was Yune's voice.
"Big sister Yune, then... who opened the door for me?
If you didn't open the door, how could I get in?
Everyone, isn't that right?"
"Yes, my big brother doesn't lie; I can vouch for him." Ding Siyan's voice.
"Big sister Yune, you flirted and exchanged glances with my big brother so delightfully, how come you don't acknowledge it now? Did the old lady catch you, and that's why you're trying to frame my big brother?" The third brother, Ding Sigu, just fourteen, spoke up.
Yune said, "You're lying! Lying!!"
Her hair was disheveled, and her face was full of tears.
Facing the crowd's spectatorship, she was at her wits' end, both physically and mentally on the verge of collapse.
As for how the back door was opened, she didn't know.
She felt as if no one would believe her.
She was humiliated yesterday, even robbed, and today was being falsely accused.
Before the crowd, an old man watched the scene coldly.
This old man was the Village Chief of Tang River Village, Ding Shanming.
Ding Shanming said, "Yune, explain clearly. I watched Siyu, Siyan, and Sigu grow up; these three kids lost their mother young, and their father died in battle... You're already twenty-four or twenty-five and married, how could these three kids fall for you?"
With the village chief's words, Yune was stunned like a wooden doll.
Her hands and feet went cold, suddenly realizing she was essentially an outsider...
She wasn't one of the village's own.
At that moment, a man with a crutch under his arm walked out and said, "Don't you all know what kind of person Yune is?
She's pretty; why couldn't she win over Ding Siyu?"
The crowd turned to see Ding Siyu frowning and said, "Crippled Chen, what's it to you? Are you also Yune's lover?"
The man named Crippled Chen was a bachelor in the village, and as for that leg, it's said it was broken during a dispute with an old lord's family in the county town.
Why the dispute?
Apparently, it was for standing up against injustice.
However, villagers weren't entirely sure because the Government Office's official announcement said: Crippled Chen was a robbery, and that merciful lord only broke one of his legs.
Ding Sigu's eyes rolled around, and he suddenly said, "A beautiful widow is just a seductive vixen, enticing men everywhere."
With these words, many young women began to jeer.
When Yune married into the village, they were already displeased with her. Plus, every now and then, they'd catch their own men sneaking peeks at Yune's waist or behind, making them feel she was a seductive vixen.
Ding Sigu's words struck right at their Heart's Eye.
So they all began to chatter.
"Ding Saolang is right."
"Dressing so pretty, just a seductive vixen, isn't she?"
"If you didn't entice men, why would they want to sleep with you?"
"Ding Daolang is still a child; it's all your fault, seductive vixen!"
Their words, full of attacks, were directed at the woman who married far away.
Crippled Chen shouted, "Nonsense! Nonsense!"
But no one paid him any mind.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" from inside the door. Yune hurriedly turned back into the house. When the door opened, she saw her mother-in-law lying unconscious on the ground, holding her chest in pain.
Ding Sigu said, "Look, look! You not only entice men, but you also angered your mother-in-law to death!"
Crippled Chen stood on one leg, raised his crutch, and shouted furiously, "You little rascal, you're so wicked!"
The onlookers, seeing the old lady faint, were also quickly silenced.
Many began to scatter.
Others quickly said, "Quick, go find Doctor Tong."
Though the village chief's words were biased and partial, seeing someone faint, he hurriedly glanced at the Ding Family's three brothers and said, "Stop it, go home!"
Ding Siyu said, "Listen to Uncle!"
With that, the three teenagers turned and left.
Yune then said from behind, "The money! You also robbed the money! Give the money back!"
Ding Siyu turned his head and, with a wicked smile, said, "Big sister Yune, you gave it to me so readily yesterday; you don't want to take it back today, do you? Forget it, seeing how pitiful you are, I won't take it."
Saying this, he grabbed a handful of copper coins and flung them out.
Copper coins clattered to the ground, rolling everywhere, probably about thirty or forty.
Yune said, "You took twelve taels and six mace of silver from our house!"
Ding Sigu said, "Big sister Yune, why are you extorting him now?"
Saying this, the three brothers walked away without looking back.
Yune screamed frantically.
Seeing this scene, Crippled Chen roughly guessed the truth and hurriedly hobbled over with his crutch, shouting, "If you've got the guts, let us search! Your family never had twelve taels and six mace of silver. If there is, it's Yune's!"
However, the three brothers ignored him entirely.
Ding Sigu turned around, made faces, and shouted with a laugh, "Lover, lover, lover!"
Yune screamed hysterically.
"Doctor Tong!"
"Go quickly and get Doctor Tong!"
Someone else on the other side called.
Tong Jia hurriedly stepped forward, shouting, "Here, here."
Saying this, she put down the Bamboo Basket, and went ahead to check on the unconscious old lady.
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Tong Jia busied herself for a long time, then brought the old lady to Rejuvenation Hall, performing her rarely used "Acupuncture Technique," and thus... the old lady slowly regained consciousness.
But once she woke up, the old lady remained silent.
Beside her, Yune sat there, dazed.
Having lost her husband, suffered such a great shock and humiliation last night, and yet not only failed to get justice today but also bore false accusations. She had already collapsed; now her eyes were wide open, her eyes red.
The old lady trembled as she scolded angrily, "You shameless thing, cough, cough, cough, what are you still... doing here?"
Tong Jia said, "Granny Shi, don't be upset! I don't think Sister Yune is like that."
Saying this, she set about persuading vigorously.
She knew the truth, so she exaggerated and told tales about how, over the past few days, Yune had come to her to seek medical treatment, "worried about Granny Shi," over and over.
After saying it, the old lady said, "Doctor Tong, do you think it really was the three brats from the Ding Family who came to my house at night?!"
Tong Jia said, "What's urgent now is for you to take care of yourself.
Justice will prevail sooner or later; the village chief might be biased at first, but he's not unreasonable... Crippled Chen isn't checking at the Ding Family?
Granny, get some rest; we'll have people accompany Sister Yune to go check."
Yune's expression, originally one of collapse, softened slightly. She looked up at Tong Jia and said, "Thank you, Doctor Tong."
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While Tong Jia was treating the patient, Song Cheng, using a crutch, arrived at the blacksmith's shop.
Nowadays, who knows how long the blacksmith's fire had been out, aside from a few knives with good appearances placed on a wooden table for sale, the rest, rusty objects were all piled in a corner.
"These here are thirty wen each."
"The bigger ones here are sixty wen."
Inside the blacksmith shop, a woman knocked against a wooden stick making sounds and then ignored it.
As for the pricing, it was determined by weight.
Lighter ones were thirty wen, heavier ones sixty wen.
They had piled up for long; she couldn't really sell them.
Song Cheng squatted down, smoothing his hands over each weapon, while his eyes watched the changes in his own information.
Different weapons brought different strength bonuses.
He scanned the data.
They were basically 1~1.
So long as it was a weapon, it would give you 1 strength bonus.
Suddenly, a piece of data flashed before his eyes: 2~2.
He touched it, it was a slender iron rod, somewhat like his hard wooden staff.
Fingers passed over it, and after sweeping for a while, that was the only one special.
So Song Cheng pulled out the iron rod and said, "Sister, how about fifteen wen?"
"Fifteen wen? That's too low, isn't it?" The woman glanced at it, seeing it was a dirty, unwanted slender iron rod, her tone wasn't firm either.
Song Cheng sighed, "Times are tough for us too, how about twenty wen?"
The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Twenty... twenty-two wen, no less."
Song Cheng also gritted his teeth, slowly removing copper coins from his pocket, laying them out one by one, counting for a long time before reluctantly handing them over, "Sister, I'm blind, I'm giving them one by one, you count them."
The woman said, "Fine, fine, I'm not cheating you."
The transaction concluded quickly.
The woman sighed, "It seems it's not easy running a medical hall either."
Song Cheng too said, "Who isn't struggling?"
Saying this, the blind teenager went stepping slowly back to Rejuvenation Hall using his new crutch.
When he got home, Tong Jia had gone out.
Song Cheng asked the nearby neighbors and learned that a group, along with the village chief, had gone to the Ding Family to search for silver, and had been there for a while.
Song Cheng thought for a moment and didn't go but went to the backyard, fetching the home's whetstone, sat down, ladled water from a gourd ladle, and started slowly sharpening the iron rod.
After sharpening for a while, something suddenly clicked; he fetched a small hammer and gently tapped on the top of the iron rod.
Rust fluttered off.
Suddenly, a loosening sound came.
Song Cheng gripped the rod top and pulled.
Zing!
A rust-covered Fine Blade slid out of the sheath.
"So it was a blade."
Song Cheng touched the "bumpy" blade surface, tossed the scabbard aside, and focused on polishing the Fine Blade.
As the blade sharpening continued, his surrounding data "2~2" began to blur, seemingly ready to jump up a level at any moment.
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