She hastily replied to He Qingfeng, "Oh dear, I was wondering why my home hasn’t been at peace lately, turns out there’s a problem with the Everlasting Lamp. Is it the one I lit for my grandson that’s problematic?"
He Qingfeng steadied himself and thought, Hmm, it seems the old lady’s grandson is having some trouble.
His tone was calm as he slowly said, "Yes, I called to remind you—"
"Temple master, I really can’t thank you enough. My grandson just had a car accident two days ago. Thankfully, he was carrying the peace charm you gave him, and it was just a minor scrape."
The old lady kept expressing her gratitude. He Qingfeng didn’t even need to steer the conversation; she just went on and on about her grandson’s situation.
From her stories, He Qingfeng gathered useful information.
Then, he deliberately spoke some ambiguous, profound words, leaving the old lady utterly baffled.
By the end, the old lady was earnestly begging He Qingfeng, "Temple master, please, you must come to Capital City and save my grandson!"
The old lady truly was a believer, and she even followed the path more deeply without any hints from He Qingfeng.
She sent a sixty-second voice message and also sent He Qingfeng a red packet of ten thousand yuan.
Hmm, that’s the travel expense for going to Capital City.
If he could help solve the problem, there would be additional fees!
He Qingfeng, satisfied, chatted nonsense with the old lady for a bit more and set a time to go to Capital City before finally accepting the payment.
"Alright, travel expenses are covered. Once I get there, I’ll have a good chat with the old lady!"
He Qingfeng showed his wife the payment confirmation on his phone screen, grinning broadly.
"Brother Qingfeng is the best!" Su Min laughed and gave a thumbs up.
Her praise was genuinely heartfelt. While she was at home chanting spells and administering remedies, then playing the part of a medium at the cemetery, after all that work, she barely made 550 yuan.
But her husband, with just a title of a Taoist and a ramshackle yet traditionally inherited Taoist Temple, could easily rake in ten thousand yuan with little effort!
There was no comparison, truly no comparison!
"My Minmin is amazing too!" He Qingfeng tenderly patted his wife’s head, his tone affectionate.
He Tiantian:... So, my parents are true love, and I’m just an accident?!
From this couple’s conversation, He Tiantian roughly understood.
She wasn’t wrong; these two swindlers, expert deceivers, indeed were the biological parents of the body she had time-traveled into.
She hadn’t landed a good script this time, but He Tiantian wasn’t too annoyed.
Because, even from just a short dialogue, He Tiantian could feel that the parents of this body genuinely loved her.
Having just escaped from a world that favored sons over daughters, He Tiantian tried her best to influence the people around her, telling the villagers of Zhaojiawa and its surroundings through her example—sons aren’t necessarily reliable; daughters can also support their parents in old age.
In the previous world, He Tiantian, who returned to her hometown in glory, boasted extravagantly about how wonderful her daughter was.
Even Zhao Baozhu, who had raised someone else’s son, ended up having his funeral arranged by Zhao Dan when he died.
Unfortunately, centuries-old bad habits couldn’t be changed overnight.
Perhaps some people recognized the importance of daughters, but that didn’t stop them from continuing to want sons.
Of course, because of the tragic stories of "He Xiaotian" and Zhao Baozhu: one adopted a son but still depended on a daughter for old age care; the other married a young widow with a son, but when the son grew up, the young widow asked for a divorce.
These stories served as a warning to the people around: one shouldn’t raise other people’s children, even adopted ones aren’t okay!
This, to some extent, curbed people’s enthusiasm for adopting children and also played a role in combatting child trafficking.
With demand in the market reduced, the suppliers weren’t as rampant.
...He Tiantian, although proactive, found the environment quite oppressive.
In remote areas, some people were frighteningly ignorant and foolish.
In their eyes, a woman wasn’t an independent being but a reproductive machine, a family slave!
Yet He Tiantian was playing a villain, forced by the system to maintain a facade... He Tiantian felt that her moral integrity remained strong only because of her resilient nature.
Switching worlds, though she was still playing the villain, being able to grow up in a loving family gave He Tiantian an inexplicable sense of happiness and comfort.