The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang seemed to have heard a joke.

He burst out laughing and looked her up and down with a mocking look on his face.

"Your son is an official!

I bother!

It took him six or seven years to finally pass the exam and become a student.

If you tell others about it, it will make people laugh to death, and you are the only one who is proud of it!"

"Second brother, stop wasting time and get down to business."

Wang was getting a little restless, feeling like the people outside were looking at her like a monkey.

Annoying someone to death!

His hands occasionally stroked the thick hemp rope tied around his waist.

Um, the other end of the hemp rope is tied around the corpse's waist...

Wang was really scared!

I was afraid that if there was a commotion, my granddaughter would be lost again.

Or if someone fails to keep an eye on you, you might just rush in and get killed...

Hearing her mother-in-law urging her, Wang stopped hesitating.

He took out a piece of silver from his waist.

The moment Sun saw the silver, her eyes lit up.

This should be compensation to your own family, right?

Thinking of this, he looked disgusted again.

This is at most four or five taels.

Do you think you can get away with it so cheaply?

Dream on!

Then she saw Zhang take a pair of small scissors from her man's hand.

Crush the silver you just took out, crush it, and crush it again...

Finally, he pinched a piece of silver the size of a peanut between his thumb and index finger.

He turned around and held it high for the people outside the yard to see.

"You have to bear witness for me!

This was the betrothal gift given by the Zhao family.”

After saying that, he turned around and threw the silver coin to Sun, then continued:

"I have returned the betrothal gift to you.

Everyone is watching, so don't try to blackmail me."

"Hey, I'll give this thing back to you too!"

Sang Qingqing suddenly stepped forward and threw a heart-shaped knot made of red rope to Sun.

After throwing it away, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

He looked disgusted, as if he had touched something dirty.

How could Sun be willing to do this after being humiliated like this?

He suddenly sat down on the ground, kicking his legs, and slapping his legs with his hands as his body moved up and down.

"Oh my God! Please open your eyes and chop these shameless things to death!

Woohoo~ You’re bullying us, an orphan and a widow!

Wuuuuu~ This is going to kill me!

God, please open your eyes!"

Just when Zhang rolled up her sleeves and was about to go up and hit him.

She was interrupted by a noise outside the yard.

"Make way, make way, the village chief is here!"

Someone at the back of the crowd shouted, and everyone reluctantly made way.

I saw an old man over fifty years old walking out from behind the crowd.

His hair is gray, but he looks in good spirits.

"Sun, stop howling! What's going on?"

Zhao Chunwang, the village chief of Zhaojia Village, saw Sun sitting on the ground and rolling around in a rage as soon as he entered the yard.

His brows were furrowed so much that he could pinch a fly to death.

Hearing the voice, Sun looked up and saw the person coming, as if she had seen a savior, and did not stand up.

He rolled and crawled directly towards Zhao Chunwang.

He was so frightened that he took several steps back and only stopped when he bumped into someone from behind.

His action stunned Sun for a moment.

Then he opened his throat and cried out:

"Village chief, you have to make a decision for us orphans and widows!

Those people from Sangjia Village are too bullying~"

Zhao Chunwang, whose head ached from the crying and shouting, reached out and wiped his old face.

With a faint smile on his face, he walked towards Mr. Sang.

"Brother Sang, what are you doing?"

Seeing the obvious flattery on his face, Mr. Sang felt nothing inside and just said calmly:

"I'm here to break off the engagement."

Hearing this, Zhao Chunwang seemed to be unaware of this matter, and said with surprise in his eyes:

"Oh my! Why is such a good marriage going to be called off?"

Mr. Sang's expressionless face showed a hint of sarcasm, and he rolled his eyes at him:

"Then you should ask those of you surnamed Zhao! Why are you asking me?"

Seeing his sudden change of expression, Zhao Chunwang's brows jumped.

Every day, I can barely get enough to eat, and he's always causing trouble!

I still put on a smile and joked with him:

"Hey, Brother Sang, don't be angry first, let me ask what's going on!"

He turned around and glared at Sun, who was still threatening to die, and asked unhappily:

"Where is Zhao Hong? Someone came to break off his engagement.

Why isn't he here yet?"

If Zhao Hong was not the only student in the village, he really would not want to get involved in this mess.

Especially since the other person's surname is Sang.

Sun seemed not to hear and did not respond, but continued to cry and scream.

This made Zhao Chunwang so angry that he closed his eyes and turned to the villagers behind him and asked:

"Has anyone seen that kid Zhao Hong?"

The villagers looked at each other and shook their heads.

Who would stare at a widow's house every day for no reason?

"Tsk! Don't ask, he's in the room."

A young man's voice reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at the person who spoke.

Sang Jiafa was seen standing there with his arms folded and an indifferent look in his eyes.

"How do you know it?"

Zhao Chunwang asked with some doubt.

No one in his village knew about it, so how come this kid knew about it?

Could it be that he had scouted the place in advance?

The young man was full of vigor, not to mention that this family had humiliated his second sister.

Sang Jiafa was not in a good mood towards them.

He rolled his eyes in impatience.

"Why do you care how I know?

If you go inside and take a look, you'll know whether he's there or not."

He noticed it as soon as the man surnamed Zhao left the house.

It's also interesting that his mother was crying so hard outside, but he could still hide in the house and not come out.

Zhao Chunwang was choked by what he said.

She glanced at him, and the expression on her face was no longer as kind as before.

"You two go look inside the house."

He turned around and pointed to two villagers behind him to go into the house to check.

The two men were about to go to Zhao Hong's house. Seeing this, Sun stopped crying.

He immediately stood up and blocked their way.

"Don't go!"

How could her son, a scholar, get involved in such dirty things?

"Sun, what on earth do you want to do?"

Zhao Chunwang, who had just been offended by that young man and had nowhere to vent his anger, was also angry.

He glared at the two women watching the show and said:

"Go, pull her away from me!

If you howl again, I'll block your mouth!"

After a burst of roaring, I finally felt that my anger had subsided a little.

The few people who were called out and yelled at did not dare to hesitate and began to act.

No matter how Sun resisted and struggled, she had to cover her mouth and find someone to help her.

Everyone saw two people entering the house to look for someone, and they came out not long after entering.

Following behind him was a tall, thin man with a look of surprise on his face.

Zhao Hong was stunned when he stepped out of the house again.

How is this going?

Why is it different from what I thought?

Shouldn't Sang Qingqing kneel down and beg his mother?

How come it was my mother who was being held up with her mouth covered, her clothes and hair were messy, and she looked like she was crying hard.

Zhao Hong was in a state of confusion and did not immediately rescue his mother.

Instead, he walked up to Zhao Chunwang, bowed slightly and performed a scholar's salute.

Then he asked slowly:

"Grandpa Village Chief, what's going on?"

The two people who had just called him rolled their eyes at his actions.

His own mother is about to be bullied to death, but he is still so good!

He was sitting in the room, leisurely sitting with his legs crossed, reading a picture book.

If my child behaves like this, I might as well strangle him to death!