Rebirth: Making a Fortune in Ancient Times

At this moment, when they saw Old Lady Zhang squeeze in, everyone wanted to see how she would react to her granddaughter's impressive presence.

When Old Lady Zhang heard that the things on those carriages were all brought back by Xiao Hua, her eyes lit up and she pointed to something on one of the carriages and said to the driver...

“I am your master’s grandmother. Take all the stuff in this cart to my yard.”

The coachman glanced at Old Lady Zhang but didn't move. He simply called to the servant closest to him and whispered a few words in his ear. The servant then ran off to find his master's personal maid.

“Granny Hua, there’s an elderly woman over there who says she’s the master’s grandmother and wants the driver to take one of the cartloads of things to her courtyard.”

The old woman named Hua frowned upon hearing the servant's words. Having served her master for so many years, she had never heard him mention his grandmother, besides his parents. She figured she wasn't anyone important.

But fearing that her judgment might be flawed, she said to the servant...

"Please ask the old lady to return to her own courtyard first. If she is indeed the master's grandmother, then the master will personally bring gifts to visit her later. Please ask her to wait a moment."

"Okay, I understand," the servant replied and turned to run away.

Back home, the servant relayed Granny Hua's words to Old Lady Zhang verbatim. No matter how sweet the words were, the result was the same: she wouldn't get anything. Besides, she didn't think that brat Xiao Hua would ever visit her with gifts.

"Hmph, then let me in. I need to go in to find my son and my dear granddaughter. Let me through." Old Mrs. Zhang's eyes darted around as she came up with another idea. That brat Xiao Hua is a lady of high society now. She naturally cares about her image in front of servants and outsiders. After making a scene, she'll have to appease her by giving her some benefits to save face.

Having made up her mind, she was about to barge into the courtyard. But what were Granny Hua and the others doing? How could they let a skinny old woman like her barge in? Seeing that she couldn't get in, Granny Zhang slapped her thigh, sat down on the ground, and started throwing a tantrum.

"Oh dear, you cripple, come out and see! These bullies, relying on their master's power, won't let me into our own house. Who's this guy? Such a grand entrance! Oh dear... oh dear!" Seeing her throw such a tantrum, the people around her burst into laughter. What mother would call her son "crippled"? If it were her own mother, she might fight anyone who called her son that.

Hearing the commotion outside, the family inside, who were crying their hearts out, wiped their eyes and sneered.

"Grandma? She's here just in time, saves me the trouble of looking for her!" With that, she got up from the ground to go out.

The lame woman quickly grabbed her daughter's hand and made several gestures in sign language. Xiaohua understood; her mother wanted her to ignore her and wait for her to finish making a scene before leaving.

The family of three has been separated for many years, and the reason for this is largely due to the old woman's actions. Even if she hadn't caused trouble, Zhang Xiaohua had no intention of letting her off the hook, let alone in her current state.

"Mother, I wasn't lost. That wicked old woman sold me. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been separated for so long," Zhang Xiaohua said bitterly. Her words stunned the Zhang couple. They never imagined that their daughter hadn't been lost, but had actually been sold by her.

In an instant, Zhang the Cripple felt as if all the blood rushed to his head. His mind was filled with only his daughter's words, "I was sold by that wicked old woman." His eyes bloodshot, he grabbed his cane and strode out. He was determined to fight Zhang the Cripple to the death, even if it cost him his own life. He not only thought this, but he also uttered it aloud.

Seeing him like this, Xiaohua and her mother quickly stopped him, fearing that he might do something that would hurt himself in his anger.

"Dad, calm down and listen to me." Xiaohua and her mother each grabbed one of her father's arms.

"Father, you don't need to fight that wicked woman to the death. I have plenty of ways to make her wish she were dead." As she said this, a hint of ruthlessness unconsciously flashed in Xiaohua's eyes, but that ruthlessness vanished instantly when she saw her parents.

"Dad, our family of three has finally reunited. Are you really going to separate us again because of someone like that?" Xiaohua said, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Zhang the Cripple. She looked just like the Xiaohua from years ago, who had cut her finger on the grass but stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Zhang Youtie's anger turned into endless grief because of his daughter's aggrieved cry.

"Hua'er, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of you, and that's why you were kidnapped by human traffickers." Zhang Youtie burst into tears again.

Old Mrs. Zhang, who was throwing a tantrum in the yard, fell silent the moment she heard the wailing coming from inside the house. She muttered to herself, "Could this brat still remember what happened back then?" Thinking back to what the lame man had said while wailing, Old Mrs. Zhang became increasingly convinced that her suspicions were correct.

So, ignoring what she had just seen, she scrambled to her feet and tried to run outside. Just then, the door to the main room was pulled open from the inside.

Zhang Xiaohua spotted the fleeing figure at a glance and quickly called out.

"Stop her! Don't let her get away!"

Upon hearing her command, the servants who had been standing like wooden statues rushed forward, and when they separated, Old Lady Zhang inside had been tied up like a dumpling.