The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

They were not aware of the attention He Yun received, but they were aware of the attention the villagers received.

As soon as I entered the village, I could hear constant discussions. In that era, a horse cost fifty taels of gold, which was not something that ordinary people could afford. Even in the county, there were only a few.

Many villagers were curious and followed closely. The children ignored them and looked at the horses curiously. They couldn't help but reach out to touch them, but were startled by the horses' snorting.

When they arrived at the thatched house, everyone saw a man in brocade clothes get off the car. He first carried down Lan Luochen, who had a very gloomy face, and then helped Lan Wangshu out and lay on Lan Luochen's back.

"Shu girl, what's wrong? Come, let auntie carry you. Don't let your small body make you fall."

When the aunt of the Zhao family saw that Lan Wangshu's face was pale and his eyes were closed, she was very worried and hurriedly snatched him from Lan Luochen's back, which made him very upset. Why did everyone try to take over his job of carrying his sister?

"It was my guys' fault that Miss Lan injured her ankle."

He Jinyu was stunned when she saw the thatched hut. She didn't expect that their life was so difficult. This was not a place for human beings to live.

One group of people were concerned about Lan Wangshu, and another group of people were concerned about who the handsome man in front of them was. He Jinyu looked around in the yard and saw a sand table on the ground. He recognized the handwriting in it; it was Lan Wangshu's.

He read the poem carefully, and his eyes became brighter the more he read. He was deeply moved and impressed by her talent and broad-mindedness.

The village chief heard about what happened here and hurried over to see what was going on.

"Sir, who are you?"

"I am from the He family. I was originally going to discuss a business deal with Miss Lan, but she was injured, so I sent her back."

"So it's Mr. He. This kid has a miserable life, and he's trying to raise money to build a house. Otherwise, he'll have a hard time getting through the winter."

The village chief's eyes also fell on the sand table in front of him. He was an educated man, and he dared to say that even an ordinary scholar could not write this poem.

This poem, which is famous enough to be known all over the world, is right here at the foot of the wall. It must not have been copied. No one can copy it to such a level. So who else can he copy?

This handwriting seemed to be that of Shu Yatou. He stroked his beard, not knowing what he was thinking.

It is obvious that the village chief and He Jinyu reached a consensus on the origin of this poem.

There was some regret in his tone. What a pity that it was a girl. Such talent was destined to be buried.

"Yeah, whatever it costs her to build the house, that's my compensation to her."

"She wants to build a brick and wood one all at once, which will cost about fifteen taels of silver."

Hearing this, He Jinyu's expression turned strange. She had enough money in her hands, so why should she give others such an impression?

"Here is a twenty-liang silver note. Please accept it, Village Chief. It's my compensation. A person like this shouldn't live in a house like this."

Twenty taels of silver was nothing to him, just the price for a few sets of clothes.

"I am her grandmother, you have to compensate me. You hurt my granddaughter, so you have to give yourself to me. The girl is still young, so you should promise to teach us the moves."

The old woman was a little bloated, with small facial features. She had already finished talking like a string of firecrackers before she even arrived. The village chief was so angry that veins on his forehead were throbbing. This person from the Lan family really has no shame at all.

This Lan Xu was a gossip when she was young, and when she got old, she caused unrest in the family. As the old saying goes, marrying a bad wife will bring misfortune to three generations, and he was absolutely right.

"Are you Miss Blue's grandmother?"

He Jinyu didn't even look at her, straightened his sleeves, and asked indifferently with a very contemptuous attitude.

Lan Zhaozhao looked at him shyly several times from behind. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became. She thought this marriage was a good one.

"This young master, please be polite in every move."

She imitated the actors on the stage at the entrance of the village, singing in a strained voice and in an artificial manner, seeming a little out of place.

He Jinyu felt a wave of physical discomfort, it was really irritating to the eyes and ears. How could she be worthy of being a sister to someone as amazing and talented as Lan Wangshu.

"I think your gift is not very good. I am compensating Miss Lan, so I don't need you to worry about it."

"Sir, what you said is not right. I am her grandmother and Zhaozhao is her sister. How can I not care about her? Could it be that you are attracted to that damn girl?"

Lan Xu seemed to have found the key and asked with a wink.

He Jinyu found the words "dead girl" particularly harsh and her face turned cold.

"No, don't say that. It will ruin Miss Lan's reputation."

He Jinyu denied it verbally, but for some reason she was looking forward to her growing up.

"It doesn't matter whether she is or not. She has been running around in the mountains since she was a child. What kind of reputation do she have? If you are reluctant to part with her, I will sell her to you for twenty taels of silver. Just give me this compensation."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to take the banknote. He Jinyu was so angry that he almost laughed. He really opened his eyes. This person was even more evil than those monsters in the He family. He took his hand back, shook Lan Xu, and made Lan Zhaozhao stagger. He also fell to the ground with him.