Afterward, she finished eating the cornmeal bun.
Zhao Han pretended to stroll around the courtyard, then wandered over near Wang Weiguo's home in the backyard.
She wanted to see how he made money.
Just then, she had barely arrived.
When she spotted a rather pretty woman who seemed somewhat familiar.
A memory surfaced in her mind.
Wasn't she the widow called Qin Huairu, the one who had taken Jia Zhangshi away yesterday?
She was waiting outside Wang Weiguo's door.
Zhao Han's gossiping instincts immediately stirred.
A widow had come knocking.
Back when she lived in the village, this had been a favorite spectacle.
Sigh, Teacher really did understand me.
I wronged Teacher.
That was right. Zhao Han really had wronged Wenren Sheng.
Wenren Sheng was using real life to wear away the sense of illusion and unreality in Zhao Han and the others, so their wills could remain rational, grounded, and simple throughout the long river of time...
All right, that was just Wenren Sheng bragging.
Really, he was just bored and wanted to watch some drama.
Zhao Han regretted not saving a cornmeal bun to eat while watching.
Anyway, this was not her real body, so she was not afraid of being seen.
Besides, there were several idlers much like her.
They were all standing at their doors, grinning as they watched.
"The widow's knocking again. Think Wang Weiguo can hold out this time?"
"I think he'll become a second Sha Zhu. Young and strong, full of vigor."
"Widows aren't that easy to deal with. You can look, but you can't touch."
"Xu Damao has the most to say about that."
Zhao Han was unmoved.
The village men had far too much dirty talk.
Just then, she heard the woman say, "Weiguo, look at my family. I have three