Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 11

NEED TO REFUND RELATIVE

Ni Cuihua listened as the old Mrs. Mu sold Ni Yang to Wang Dazhuang for the price of a thousand yuan, just as if she was selling a piece of merchandise. She was shaking all over with anger.

Ni Yang is her own granddaughter!

How could she bear to do such a thing?

Quite a few times, Ni Cuihua almost couldn't stand it any longer, wanting to risk her life to confront old Mrs. Mu, but Ni Yang gently held her hand.

"Mom, don't worry."

Even though Ni Yang's voice was faint, it had a calming effect, and Ni Cuihua managed to calm down.

On hearing Wang Dazhuang agree to pay the bride price of a thousand yuan, old Mrs. Mu was overjoyed, smilingly she said: "Dazhuang, please sit down. We will be family from now on. Make yourself at home."

Sit?

Wang Dazhuang had no wish to sit at the moment!

He had parted with a thousand yuan, now he wants to check the goods to see if his thousand yuan was well spent.

Wang Dazhuang's eyes kept darting around Ni Yang's body, brimming with lasciviousness.

Ni Cuihua slightly frowned, protectively standing in front of Ni Yang, glaring at Wang Dazhuang.

Actually, Ni Cuihua was a little scared of Wang Dazhuang herself, but because of motherhood, she grew strong!

At this moment, she could not be afraid, because if she was scared, what would Ni Yang do?

She must protect Ni Yang!

Old Mrs. Mu's gaze moved between Wang Dazhuang and Ni Yang, quickly figuring out what Wang Dazhuang was thinking.

Since Wang Dazhuang had readily come up with a thousand yuan, she shouldn't let him be disappointed.

Old Mrs. Mu turned to Ni Yang, "Yangyang, why don't you show Dazhuang around? The two of you young people should get to know each other better."

Young people?

If Ni Yang remembered correctly, Wang Dazhuang was about Mrs. Mu's age.

People of this era generally marry early, old Mrs. Mu had become a grandmother at 40.

By estimation, Wang Dazhuang was even a year older than Mrs. Mu.

How could Mrs. Mu have the nerve to use the term 'young people'?

There was a flicker of sarcasm in Ni Yang's eyes as she looked down.

Hearing this, Wang Dazhuang rubbed his palms together, eagerly looking at Ni Yang, muttering, "Aunty, you're absolutely right!"

Old Mrs. Mu was indeed a shrewd woman.

She knew perfectly well what he was thinking.

Seeing Ni Yang hadn't moved, old Mrs. Mu's expression cooled a bit, "Yangyang!"

Ni Yang, grinning from ear to ear, came out from behind Ni Cuihua, "Grandma, I'm not deaf."

"Since you're not deaf, hurry up and take Dazhuang for a tour!" old Mrs. Mu ground out through clenched teeth.

Ni Yang looked at Wang Dazhuang, the shallow dimple at the corner of her mouth deepening, "There's a cornfield up front. Do you want to go look?"

At this time, the corn in the cornfield was thriving.

If something were to happen, who would notice?

Wang Dazhuang perked up at the idea, repeatedly nodding his head, "Alright exactly! Let's go to the cornfield!"