Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

The two looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a sturdy middle-aged woman wearing floral clothes walking up to me angrily, cursing.

Next to her was a young and strong man. Dias was surprised to find that it was Yang Dayong.

"Mom, forget it, let's go back." Yang Dayong pulled his mother embarrassedly, trying to calm her anger.

"How can you just let it go? There are 10 eggs here. I wanted to keep them for your father to nourish his body, but you actually gave them to a woman you don't know outside." The aunt said angrily.

It turned out that Yang Dayong's mother found that 10 eggs were missing from the house. After some inquiries, she learned that it was her son Yang Dayong who gave them to the woman on the mountain.

This made her very angry, and she thought that the woman was a slut who had stolen her son's eggs.

"What's going on?" Yang Xining frowned and asked Dias.

Dias pointed helplessly at the small wooden table and explained, "He insisted on sending a small basket of eggs this morning. Here it is, I haven't touched it."

I felt very regretful and thought I should not have kept that small basket of eggs.

Yang Xining glanced at the small basket of eggs on the table and understood what was going on.

When Dayong's mother saw that the other person was such a beautiful girl, she became even angrier: "Well, it turned out that it was this kind of vixen who seduced my son's soul away."

"Mom, let's stop embarrassing ourselves and get down the mountain quickly!" Yang Dayong quickly grabbed his mother.

"Grandma, are you mistaken? How can I seduce your son?" Yang Xining asked with disdain, "When your son is a few years older, he can be my father. Excuse me, am I blind? I seduce your son. What do I want? Because he is old or he doesn't take a bath?"

"You..." Dayong's mother was so angry that she was gasping for breath and wanted to slap Yang Xining in the face.

But Yang Xining grabbed her wrist with one hand, and the severe pain in her wrist made Dayong's mother grimace in pain.

Yang Xining pulled hard and mercilessly, and Dayong's mother was caught off guard and fell to the ground, lying flat on her face.

"Mom, are you okay?" Dayong was shocked and went over to help his mother up.

Dayong's mother groaned in pain and stood up with the help of her son. She pointed at Yang Xining and said to Yang Dayong: "Dayong, are you just going to watch your mother get beaten by this little slut?"

Yang Dayong was caught in a dilemma. One was the woman he had just fallen in love with, and the other was his mother.

Yang Xining stuffed the small basket of eggs into Yang Dayong's arms and said coldly, "Give it to your mother to nourish her body, and get off the mountain."

"You...you wait!" Dayong's mother was so angry that her face turned pale.

The two had no choice but to go down the mountain in disappointment.

Dias looked at this scene and fell into deep self-blame, "I'm sorry, Xining, it's all my fault."

It was because he acted on his own initiative and accepted the gift that Yang Xining was scolded.

"Yas, this is not your fault." Dias was too naive and somewhat ignorant of the ways of the world.

Looking at the table full of things, Yang Xining sighed and had to take the things on the table back to the village chief's house and ask the village chief to use the loudspeaker to let people claim them.

In addition, Yang Xining also learned from the village chief that Yangjia Village, where she is currently located, is actually a remote mountainous area, more than 2,000 kilometers away from the capital.

She doesn’t have an ID card now, let alone no money to take a plane. Even if she has money to take a plane, with her current appearance, can Yang’s father still recognize her?

I have to take it one step at a time.

In order to earn more money for Yang Xining to go down the mountain, the two began to weave baskets. Dias has been weaving baskets under Yang Xining's guidance these days.

From being awkward at the beginning, I became more proficient at it.

His skills became more and more proficient, and he even surpassed Yang Xining.

"Yas, take a rest." Yang Xining poured Dias a glass of water.

Dias had been so absorbed in weaving baskets these days that he had neglected to eat and had lost a lot of weight.

Yang Xining felt a little guilty. Dias had always been eating wild vegetables in the mountains and had never eaten meat. This would not do.

"Not tired, Xining, I'll just make up two more."

Yang Xining sighed secretly. Dias was sometimes even more stubborn than her.

The two of them tinkered with it for a long time and made 50 baskets and gave them to Uncle Yang.

There were only a dozen in the first batch, and Uncle Yang sold them all in town, but this batch is larger, with 50 in total.

There are only about 2000 residents in the town, and many people come here to hunt. Sometimes they use baskets to carry their prey.

It's not the peak season now, so no outsiders come to travel.

That’s why Uncle Yang only sold a few and had to give Dias 100 yuan first.

Holding such a small amount of money, Yang Xining felt a little heavy.

She came to the village chief's house again.

The village chief saw Yang Xining and warmly asked him to sit down, then asked: "Miss Yang, do you need any help?"

Yang Xining said somewhat embarrassedly: "Village Chief, I...I want to borrow some money."

The village chief frowned slightly after hearing this, but soon understood her situation.

He took out a banknote and handed it to Yang Xining: "Here is 200 yuan, you can use it first, don't rush to return it to me."

"Thank you...Thank you, village chief."

Yang Xining took the money gratefully. She took the 200 yuan plus the 150 yuan for making the basket, and walked more than ten miles to the town near the village.

She bought some seasonings first.

As for meat.

Yang Xining paused.

What should I buy to nourish Dias? He is too thin.

Chicken? Pork?

Yang Xining walked around for a long time but couldn't find anywhere selling chicken and pork.

"Buy me, buy me~"

I seemed to hear some noisy sounds in my ears.

She turned her head and saw a stall selling pigeons. Among the stalls was a cage of relatively small pigeons, which were flapping their wings, waiting for her to come over.

She walked over curiously, pointed at the cage of smaller pigeons and asked, "Boss, how much are these pigeons for?"

"120 yuan each." The boss said lazily. Then he saw the girl's appearance and said, "I'll give you 100 yuan each."

What a beauty. What a great beauty.

Although her clothes were too worn and old, her appearance was absolutely first-rate, much prettier than those beautiful female anchors on the Internet.

The pigeon seller swallowed secretly.

Which family is this beautiful girl from? Judging from what she is wearing, she is definitely not a young lady traveling.

Could it be a walker?