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

Zhang had lived with Song Dashan for nearly thirty years, so how could she not have any feelings for him? When she heard that the old man was injured, she felt very anxious.

Moreover, she was present when the doctor treated Wang Ying'er last time. If nothing had happened, Wang Ying'er would never have suddenly gone crazy.

Helplessly, Song An Ning could only tell everything that happened yesterday. At the end, she specifically mentioned that Manager Zhao had brought the best medicine for Grandpa and Second Grandpa, and they would be fine after a few days of rest, so she shouldn't worry.

"Ouch, ah..."

After hearing this, Zhang just grabbed Wang Qiuyue's hand with heartache and kept stroking it.

"It's such a pity for this child. Why didn't that unfortunate He Fangfang just die? Exiling her two thousand miles away was a bargain for her."

Zhang was a person who loved children, otherwise she would not have raised Song Feng and Song Nian, who were not related by blood, so well over the years. She could not bear to hear this the most.

"From now on, just stay at home and live a good life. Just treat the Song family as your own home."

"Don't worry, grandma. The Song family is my home. Qiuyue is very content with her current life."

Wang Qiuyue was very touched that Zhang could say all this. All these things happened because of her, but Zhang did not complain at all. Instead, she comforted her a lot.

As for other things, Zhang had nothing to say, but she felt a little regretful that she was not at home, otherwise, with her fighting ability, she would have torn the couple apart.

Seeing that Zhang and Song Juan'er were living well in the courtyard, Song An Ning talked to them for a while and then left.

"It's almost noon. Let's eat before we leave. You bought so much food, Juan'er and I can't finish it all."

"Save it for later. If you're worried the meat will spoil, salt it and eat it tomorrow. We're going to go shopping and get some food for the house."

Seeing that Song An Ning insisted on leaving, Zhang did not keep her any longer. She just told her not to spend the money carelessly, as it would cost a lot of money to build a house.

After coming out of the courtyard, the two walked hand in hand on the street, discussing what to eat.

Not long after walking, they saw the owner of the pawnshop and a group of people coming towards them.

"Is the girl okay? Is the courtyard okay for you to live in?"

"It's all good. If it weren't for you, the shopkeeper, I wouldn't have found such a nice courtyard."

"No, that's what we do. As long as the girl is comfortable living here, that's all that matters."

The shopkeeper was deeply impressed by Song An Ning. He had been running the pawn shop for so many years, but this was the first time he saw a teenage girl coming to buy a house.

Later I found out that this girl had a close relationship with Zuixianju, so I paid special attention to her.

"What is the shopkeeper doing here? Bringing so many people with him?"

When Song An Ning asked, the shopkeeper's face also showed some sadness, and he said helplessly:

"Young lady, you should have heard that at the beginning of the year, there was a snowstorm in the northern state capital. Most of these people came from the north. They lost their homes and couldn't make a living, so they sold themselves."

"Well, I did hear a thing or two. During the New Year, quite a few refugees came to our side."

"That's right. I bought some of the people here back then, and months later, I can't sell them at all. It's really frustrating."

"What?"

It has been four months since the beginning of the year. These people look young and strong, so how come they can’t sell anything?

"Many wealthy families won't accept them. They only accept people from the nearby states. Many of them speak a different dialect than ours, so communication is a bit difficult."

Song Anning suddenly realized that it was because the languages were different, which was indeed troublesome.

"Huh? What's going on with this family? Why are they all sold out?"

Among these people, a few were the most eye-catching. They were a couple with three children. The oldest of them should be the boy, who was about the same age as the eldest brother in the family. The girl was about the same age as him, and the youngest was about seven or eight years old.

They stood quietly behind the owner of the pawnshop, but it was obvious that they were not poor people. They must have been sold from wealthy families.

"Oh, when the girl mentioned this family, I became even more worried.

This family is very famous in our town.

Everyone despised it. I wasn’t at home that day, and the ignorant shop assistant took it in…”

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, Song An Ning finally understood why this family was disliked.

They were the servants of a family in the town. The couple and their children all worked in the mansion.

However, the young master of that family fell seriously ill and was about to die. The lady of that family took a fancy to the girl of this family and planned to arrange a ghost marriage for her son and the girl.

The usually good-tempered family resisted desperately and begged for a long time but to no avail.

In the end, the girl cut her body several times with a knife, leaving scars from head to toe, and said that she was not worthy of the young master, and only then did she give up.

The lady of the house could not swallow this humiliation, so she tortured the man in various ways and then sold him.

As soon as she sold him, she started saying that this family was dishonest and that his daughter was a slut who failed to seduce the young master and went out to find a man of her own.

Once his reputation was ruined, he could no longer do business in the surrounding area. He was already planning to sell this family to a place far away, and the sooner the better.

After Song An Ning heard about the ghost marriage, she glanced at Wang Qiuyue's face. Sure enough, she clenched her fists, bit her lips, and looked at the family with great heartache.

"Boss, excuse me, is that family surnamed Wang?"

"Yes, it's his family, they're in the grain business and have some money.

It's just that this matter was not handled very properly. The girl might not know that the young master of that family was not seriously ill at all, but had contracted an incurable disease from frequent visits to brothels.

Marrying someone like that would make you feel miserable even in death."

Song An Ning's eyes darkened. The shopkeeper's family had been sold for more than a month. That was to say, it was only after the girl got into trouble that the Wang family started looking for people in the village, and they found Wang Qiuyue by coincidence.

The girl standing not far away had a firm gaze and a straight back. She looked very calm. The knife wound on her face made her look quite handsome.

I have to say, Song Anning likes this temperament very much.

"What kind of work can your family do? Can you tell me about it?"

She suddenly asked this question, leaving everyone a little confused.

Shopkeeper: What's going on? Miss Song wants to buy someone? This family is not cheap!

Wang Qiuyue: What is Aning doing?

The family: Doesn't she mind our bad reputation? Will she buy us?

“Let me be clear, I don’t care about reputation, I only care about whether you can help me get things done.

My family is not rich, but we have enough food and clothing, and we don’t treat our servants harshly.

If you think it's okay, tell me what you're good at, and I'll decide whether to buy it or not."

"Girl, you really don't care about me..."

The daughter of that family pointed at the scars on her face with trembling lips and some disbelief. A young lady from another family had said before that she felt sick when she saw her scarred face.

"What matters to me is what you can do for me. I don't care about anything else. Think about it."

"Girl, then you should listen to what we can do. If you think it's suitable, you can buy it."

Song Anning nodded and gestured.

"Okay, let's get started..."