Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Since Zhao Feng wouldn't say, Zhao Lian didn't want to ask either; she was waiting for Zhao Feng to speak.

On the contrary, Zhao Feng was also waiting for Zhao Lian to ask her, but seeing that Zhao Lian didn't ask why they came, Zhao Feng felt uneasy.

Zhao Di couldn't help but speak up: "Sister, Grandma sent us to borrow money from you."

"It's to pay my cousin's tuition, isn't it?"

“Yes, that’s right. We didn’t want to come here to ask you for money, but Grandma forced us to come!” Zhao Feng frowned.

“That’s right! Grandma even asked to borrow a tael of silver from you. That’s so much money, where would you get it? But they don’t believe us and insist that we come over.” Zhao Di was also helpless.

"Big sister, I'm so young, where would I get the money? Besides, even if I did have money, I wouldn't lend it to them." Zhao Lian shrugged.

“But my cousin has been good to us too. If you have any money, why don’t you lend it to him for his studies?” Zhao Feng said tentatively.

"That's their business, it's none of my business. If they want money, they can earn it themselves." Zhao Lian curled her lip, unmoved.

No matter what the two women said, Zhao Lian didn't budge. She was waiting to see how long the He family could hold out.

She will make her move when the He family can no longer hold out.

Zhao Lian looked at Zhao Feng and the others: "Eldest sister, second sister, I only have one question for you, 'If you had the chance, would you two be willing to be with me?'"

"I do!" Zhao Di blurted out without thinking, while Zhao Feng hesitated.

"Big sister, you don't want to?"

Seeing that Zhao Feng remained silent, Zhao Lian asked.

“I’d like to too, but if the three of us leave the He family together, Grandma will probably be sad, and she won’t want to,” Zhao Feng said in a softer voice.

Zhao Di looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief: "Big sister, what are you thinking? Have you forgotten that they beat us to death? They don't treat us like family at all."

Zhao Di's meaning was clear: if given the chance, she would still want to be with Zhao Lian.

Zhao Lian knew that with Zhao Feng's indecisive personality, she would still hesitate if she had to choose right now.

Zhao Lian shared her thoughts with them.

She planned to wait until the He family offered to sell them, at which point she would buy them back.

The reason I didn't speak up first was because I didn't want them to ask for exorbitant prices.

Zhao Lian knew they would do this because He Run was about to pay his tuition, and they didn't have the money.

“No, Grandma wouldn’t sell us.” Zhao Feng shook her head. She didn’t believe it. She didn’t believe that Grandma would sell them.

Anyway, you guys keep an eye on things. If anything happens, be sure to tell me immediately, and I'll find a way to buy you back.

The sisters discussed their options, but Zhao Feng still firmly believed that Old Madam Yang would not sell them.

Seeing the two of them return dejectedly, Old Madam Yang knew that the matter was hopeless.

Enraged, he pointed at them and cursed, "You two good-for-nothings! You can't even get anything done! I've raised you for so long, I might as well sell you!"

As soon as she said it, Old Yang's eyes lit up. That's right, how come she didn't think of that!

When Zhao Di saw the look in Old Yang's eyes, she knew that Old Yang was up to no good and was definitely thinking of some bad idea.

Old Mrs. Yang waved her hand: "Alright, it's getting late, you two go cook!"

Seeing the two of them go to the kitchen, Old Yang quickly pulled He Sen into the room.

When Liang saw the two of them go in, she hid outside the door to eavesdrop, and He Zhu also put his ear close to hers.

"What are you doing all mysteriously, you old woman!" He Sen was so angry that he glared at her with his beard bristling.

Old Mrs. Yang lowered her voice: "Old man, how about this, we sell Zhao Di, what do you think?"

"What? You sold that brat?" He Sen unconsciously raised his voice.

"Shh~ Old man, keep your voice down." Madam Yang glanced at the door and continued, "Let's sell Zhaodi. She's useless to us anyway, and we can get some money from selling her."

Anyway, Zhao Di isn't as pretty as Zhao Feng, so let's sell her first and keep Zhao Feng for later.

"Hmm, I think this idea is good!" He Sen pondered for a moment and nodded.

The elderly couple whispered to each other in the room for most of the hour. Old Yang said that they should first take the money from the house and give it to He Run to pay his tuition.

She'll go to the human broker in the county town in a few days and ask what the price is.

Hearing this from outside the door, Madam Liang was immediately relieved. She grinned, relieved that she no longer had to worry about her son's tuition fees.

When He Zhu heard Old Madam Yang say that she wanted to sell Zhao Di, she said to Madam Liang, "Mother, it seems inappropriate to do this. Zhao Di is so young, what is she worth? If she is sold to a bad place, wouldn't that be harming her?"

Madam Liang stared wide-eyed: "That's her fate. These things are none of our business. As long as Run'er's tuition is taken care of, that's fine."

At lunchtime, Old Yang was unusually kind to Zhao Di, serving her a thicker porridge than usual, which displeased He Fang.

"Grandma, why is Zhao Di's porridge thicker than mine today?" As soon as she said this, Madam Liang patted her shoulder: "Eating can't shut you up, you'll eat whatever Grandma scoops!"

He Fang pouted, wondering why her mother wasn't speaking up for her today.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Di also felt that Old Yang was different today. If they couldn't get their money back, how could they still eat thick porridge?

Old Yang's unusual behavior made the two women uneasy, and Zhao Di remembered Zhao Lian's words again.

Grandma wouldn't really want to sell them, would she?

……

In the afternoon, a horse-drawn carriage drove into Datian Village, attracting everyone's attention as soon as it entered the village.

Datian Village is full of farmers, but it's rare to see horse-drawn carriages entering the village. These days, horse-drawn carriages are only for the wealthy.

On this sweltering afternoon, many villagers were sitting under the banyan tree, enjoying the cool shade, and everyone was chattering away.

"Hey, whose carriage is this?"

"I don't know, but they're definitely not from our village. I just don't know who they're looking for."

Some curious villagers followed the carriage to the top of the ancestral hall, where they suddenly discovered that Hunter Yang had gotten off the carriage.

Then, a middle-aged man in a long robe got off the carriage, followed closely by the coachman.

"Hey! Isn't that Hunter Yang? It's really strange that he came back in a horse-drawn carriage. He usually wouldn't even take an oxcart!"

"And who is that man next to him?"

Mei became curious and quickened her pace to run forward and see what was going on.

The hunter, Yang, led the middle-aged man toward the end of the village with a respectful expression.

This further piqued everyone's curiosity, as there weren't many households at the end of the village.

"Manager Chen, this road is dirty. It rained a few days ago, be careful not to get your shoes dirty," Hunter Yang said to the man behind him as he walked ahead.

"Alright, just lead the way."

This middle-aged man was none other than Manager Chen of Lefu Restaurant.