I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

The shopkeeper and all the shop assistants stood respectfully at the door, their backs bent as far as they could. Both mother and daughter had contempt in their eyes and held their heads high, as if the people in front of them were just ants.

At this time, Song An Ning was the only customer in the shop. Mrs. Qian saw at a glance that Song An Ning was wearing a cotton skirt and holding a valuable jade pendant in her hand.

"Boss, your horizons are getting narrower and narrower now. You let anyone in.

Get out of here quickly. It's filthy for me to be in the same room with someone like this."

After hearing what she said, the shopkeeper's face turned very ugly, and he glanced at Song An Ning with an apologetic look.

This girl's clothes are a bit ordinary, but she buys a lot of things.

Mrs. Qian did have some money, but she was very picky when buying things. The most she had ever bought was jewelry worth one thousand taels, which was nothing compared to what a truly wealthy family could afford.

It would be fine if they just devalued the things in their shop, but now even his customers are being wronged.

"Mrs. Qian, please be magnanimous and don't bother with a half-grown girl. Let her buy her things, and we will go to the back. It won't bother you.

I'll ask the waiter to make some tea and bring all the new jewelry we have in the shop over for you to choose from."

Only then did Song An Ning realize that there were private rooms specifically for rich people to buy jewelry, and they didn't have to stand in front of the counter like she did, as her legs would get sore if she stood for too long.

People ate snacks and drank tea, and spent hundreds or even thousands of taels of silver with a flick of the finger.

Originally, Song An Ning didn't want to argue with her, but she didn't expect the girl next to Madam Qian to insist on it. She pointed at Song An Ning and said loudly:

"Speaking of you, stop pretending you can afford it.

Didn’t you hear my mother tell you to get out? Are you deaf?”

Song Anning slowly raised his head with a jade pendant in his hand, and dug his ears irritably.

"What's that noise? It's disturbing me."

Miss Qian is about the same age as Song An Ning. She has been willful at home for a long time and no one dares to contradict her. When she suddenly heard Song An Ning say this, she became anxious.

"I'm nothing! You little bitch are blind. I'm Qian Wanyi, the eldest daughter of the Qian family!"

"Oh, so you are nothing."

Song An Ning imitated the mother and daughter and laughed sarcastically. This eldest daughter of the Qian family didn't seem to be very smart.

"you!"

"Alright, Wanyi, why bother competing with such a lowly person? You've lost your composure."

Mrs. Qian didn't take Song An Ning seriously at all. Look at how she was dressed. She was not even as good as the maids in the mansion. It would seem shabby to say a word to her.

However, since this little beggar dared to scold her daughter, she couldn't let it go. She should just have someone send her to a brothel. The government wouldn't care anyway. The lives of the poor were the least valuable these days.

With a plan in mind, Mrs. Qian curled up the corners of her mouth in a vicious smile. Song An Ning noticed it very keenly and raised her eyebrows at her provocatively.

Old witch, you want to play around, right? Then all the old and new grudges will come together. Song Juan'er took the initiative to become Master Qian's concubine. This was not right.

The torture Song Juaner had endured in recent years was all her own fault, but Madam Qian shouldn't have set up a scheme to ruin her sister-in-law's reputation, killed the child, and attempted to kill her.

Seeing Song An Ning's expression, Mrs. Qian was very annoyed. Where did this damn girl come from? How dare she openly provoke her?

Pointing at the jade pendant in Song An Ning's hand, he said loudly, "Boss, I want the jade pendant in her hand. Clean it and wrap it up for me. Go back and give it to my servants."

Song An Ning said in her heart: Are you pretending to be your mother? But she didn't show it on her face. Instead, she asked the shopkeeper: "How much is this jade pendant? I'll pay double. Wrap it up for me."

When the shopkeeper heard this, his old face was filled with smiles and he quickly said, "Miss, the original price of this jade pendant is 200 taels, so if you pay double, it will be 400 taels."

How could Madam Qian have ever been treated like this? What an ignorant little bitch! Is four hundred taels of silver a lot? She acts like everyone has it.

"Six hundred taels, I want it!"

Song An Ning shook the jade pendant in her hand and continued to raise the price: "One thousand taels, this is something I like, and no one else can take it away from me."

"You're talking nonsense! One thousand five hundred taels! Pack it up for me right now."

Mrs. Qian had lost her mind at this time. Anyway, she had said it, and she would not let a poor girl outdo her.

After Madam Qian said the 1,500 taels, the shopkeeper cast his gaze on Song An Ning again. Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, he stepped forward and took the jade pendant from Song An Ning's hand. He nodded and bowed to Madam Qian, "Madam, I will clean it and wrap it for you right away."

"Hmph, little girl, if you don't have much money, just buy a couple of hairbands on the street. Why come here and embarrass yourself?"

She had a smile of victory on her face, but Song Anning blinked her eyes, looking confused: "Wow, this lady is so rich! I wanted to buy this jade pendant for my dog, but since you like it, I'll give it to you. It's 1,500 taels..."

Mrs. Qian won't be unable to take it out, right?"

"..."

No matter how dumb Madam Qian was, she understood that Song An Ning was just teasing her. She never thought that she, the mistress of a wealthy family, who had fought so many women, would be defeated by this little girl!

That's 1,500 taels. Her monthly allowance is only 100 taels, and the rest has to come from her own pocket.

This time, I wanted to bring my daughter here to buy two gold hairpins, but how come I spent all the money on impulse?

She bit her lip, her bright red nails digging into her flesh, as if she didn't notice.

"Mother Chen, take out the 1,500 taels of silver."

The shopkeeper took the banknote and felt as if he was dreaming.

The quality of this jade pendant is average. If it is sold for 200 taels, he can get 150 taels left. If it is sold for 1,500 taels... then it can only be said that Mrs. Qian was a sucker, and he can only make a net profit of 1,450 taels with tears.

Mrs. Qian only brought a little over two thousand taels of silver with her this time, and she spent three-quarters of it on this broken jade pendant, so she had no mood to look at anything else.

She stared at Song An Ning viciously, as if she wanted to stare a hole into the girl in front of her. If looks could kill, Song An Ning would have died a hundred times already.

"Wanyi, let's go! Let's go buy it somewhere else!"

After saying that, she pulled her daughter out of the door angrily. The owner of this jewelry shop was the richest family in town, and she didn't dare to offend him. She could only vent all her anger on Song An Ning.

The mother and daughter got into the carriage. Qian Wanyi followed suit and cursed Song An Ning viciously, saying that it was all because of this damn girl that she ruined her good fortune and didn't even buy the hairpin that her mother promised to buy for her.

"Mom, I want that little bitch to die! No, she's worse than death. Let's find someone to knock her out and throw her in the slums, okay?"

"Slums? Haha, that's not good enough. It's better to sell her to a brothel in the slums. I want to see this little bitch suffer a fate worse than death."

Song An Ning in the house stared at the carriage in a daze. Xiangxiang reported the conversation between the mother and daughter word for word.

After hearing this, her hair stood on end. It wasn't because she was afraid of something happening to her, but because she was thinking of Song Juan'er.

My aunt is also very capable. She has been in the Qian family for three years and has not died at the hands of that mother and daughter. She is lucky.

How vicious is this person? He calls himself a little bitch and tramples on the dignity and even the lives of ordinary people at will.

As the carriage drove away, the shopkeeper, holding the banknote in his hand, spat fiercely in the direction of the carriage!

"Bah! What a thing!"