Farmhouse Green Plum

Yang chuckled, "They wanted to sell it secretly, but you called a bunch of kids to go and let the whole village know about it. It's impossible to pretend you didn't know."

After a pause, he added, "In a few days, the news may spread to other nearby villages. Liu Daju will be embarrassed now."

Daya was stunned. Second Aunt and the others had already known that Third Aunt Liu wanted to sell Xiaohua!

No wonder, they shouted for so long but no adult came over. Did the village chief pretend not to hear them?

Daya felt a dull pain in her chest, as if a stone was pressing on her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Mother, didn't Sister Xiaohua sell for very little money?" Song Tian suddenly said, "The woman said she was willing to pay 30 taels to buy my cousin, and Aunt Liu's face was distorted."

Daya's heart sank and she felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen.

"30 taels?"

Second Aunt's surprised voice rang in her ears, and then she felt three pairs of eyes falling on her face.

"Yes, the old woman said that my cousin has a good foundation and will be a beauty in the future, so she is willing to pay 30 taels..."

Daya wanted to rush over and cover Song Tian's mouth, or even better, sew it up with a needle, but she didn't dare to move, not even to roll her eyes or look at the adults' expressions. She was afraid to see excitement on their faces, to see the look of weighing the pros and cons and looking at the goods.

Snapped!

Lee slammed his chopsticks down on the table.

Song Tian's narration, which was accompanied by gestures, came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at Li with a blank expression.

Li's face was gloomy: "What? I'm selling your sister to you to marry?"

"I don't think so. I'm still young, and it's too early for me to get married..." Song Tianxia was about to explain subconsciously, but gradually fell silent under Li's sharp gaze.

Li looked around coldly and said, "Anyone who wants to learn that shameless behavior, get out of this house!"

After a moment of silence, Uncle Song picked up a piece of pickled vegetables and put it into Li's bowl. "How can a family like ours be like the Wang family? No matter how far we go, we will never sell our children."

Yang knew that Li was trying to criticize her, so she forced a smile and ignored Song Tian first: "Tian Wa is still young, how could he think so much? He just said it casually. You know, mother, he has never been able to control his mouth since he was a child, and he says whatever he thinks."

As he said this, he gave Uncle Song a subtle look.

Uncle Song understood what she meant and helped Li pick up another piece of pickled vegetables with chopsticks: "I am Daya's biological uncle. Yang's words are sometimes harsh, but you know that she has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. When Tianwa was born, she brought Daya back from her second sister's home to feed her and raise her with her own hands. How is she any different from her own daughter?

We are not as cruel as Liu Daju and his wife, who even sold their own daughter!"

Li stared at Yang for a while, then looked away and picked up the chopsticks again.

The tense atmosphere dissipated and everyone started eating again, but they were no longer chatting with each other like before.

Daya’s fear was much less, and her heart finally settled back into her stomach.

Yes, she is the only bloodline left by her father. Grandma always loves her and will not sell her.

At this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Daya, who had just picked up the bowl, had to put it down again and got up to open the door.

Seeing who was outside the house, she smiled and called out, "Aunt Meihua."

Then he turned around and shouted into the house: "Grandma, it's Aunt Meihua!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yang's enthusiastic voice came from inside the house, coming closer and closer: "It's sister-in-law, come in, come in, have you eaten? If not, let's eat together."