After wearing it: I traded a pig for a man.

Song Mingzhen stared intently at Jiang Che, her last straw.

"That day in the field, Liu Yuzhi tore my clothes. You saw my shoulder! You must marry me!"

Jiang Yun Ning could only laugh at such an absurd reason. She had completely forgotten that Song Mingzhen had come to steal her nominal "husband".

Seeing the faint anticipation and excitement in her eyes, Jiang Che was speechless.

Is it that you don't care enough, or that you trust him too much? Why are you so indifferent and just watching the show?

He was a little disappointed and tugged at Jiang Yun Ning's sleeve: "I promise I didn't see anything."

Jiang Yun Ning nodded, and said somewhat perfunctorily, "Okay, I understand."

She was curious to know what other reasons Song Mingzhen could come up with.

Before she could even speak, Liu Yuzhi, enraged, raised her broom and jabbed it directly at Song Mingzhen's face: "Have you no shame? There were so many people there that day! Why didn't you ask someone else? You just want to take advantage of my sister's money, right? And you're trying to extort money from me?"

Zhang Ergou, who was watching the commotion from the crowd, suddenly shouted, "Song Mingzhen, I saw it too. I'll marry you."

His wife died in childbirth, and although the old rich man paid him a few taels of silver in compensation, it wasn't enough for him to squander.

Right now, finding a wife to earn money and take care of him is the most important thing.

Although Song Mingzhen wasn't very good-looking, as long as she could have children and make money, that was enough for her.

Most importantly, no one from her family cared about her.

Thinking this, he walked straight up to Song Mingzhen, grabbed her arm, and grinned lewdly: "If you marry me, you won't have to be a concubine."

Song Mingzhen shook her head frantically: "No, I don't want to."

There's not much difference between marrying Zhang Ergou and marrying an old widower; in fact, the old widower is better than Zhang Ergou.

At least he won't make her sell her wife.

"You said it yourself, you have to take responsibility if you watch it. What? Am I not as good as Jiang Che?" Zhang Ergou's face was somewhat gloomy.

Jiang Yunning looked at Song Mingzhen, and her mood suddenly became heavy.

To be honest, Song Mingzhen was indeed very pitiful. She was born into a family where her father didn't love her, her mother didn't care about her, and her older brother treated her like a servant.

But this is not an excuse for her to act as an accomplice to evil.

Jiang Yuning would feel sorry for all women who suffer unfair treatment, but she would not pity a vicious person like Song Mingzhen.

Bad people and enemies have no gender. She wouldn't be foolish enough to be soft-hearted towards someone who wants to harm her.

"Don't worry, marry me, and I'll never let you be bullied by the Song family again." Zhang Ergou naturally knew what kind of life Song Mingzhen had lived at home before.

Song Mingzhen was taken aback, her struggling motion paused for a moment, but she quickly tried to pry Zhang Ergou's hand off again.

In a moment of desperation, she blurted out, "I'd rather marry an old widower than you!"

Jiang Yunning's eyebrows twitched slightly.

It seems the Song family is truly desperate and has to sell their daughter to an old widower to pay off their debts.

So, did Song Mingzhen see Jiang Che as her last lifeline?

The people around were just watching the spectacle, and no one stepped forward to help.

It's not indifference.

However, the Song family's reputation was already tarnished, and no one wanted to get involved. Moreover, Zhang Ergou was a ruthless and unruly person, and once offended, there would be no way to get out of trouble.

Song Mingzhen's face was pale, and her lips began to tremble.

Jiang Che.

She looked at Jiang Che with pleading eyes: "Please save me, okay? Just let me stay by your side."

Hearing his own name from Song Mingzhen's mouth made Jiang Che feel nauseous.

"I only have one wife." He pursed his lips and held Jiang Yun Ning's hand, not daring to look into her eyes, afraid of seeing reproach in them.

Jiang Yun Ning was taken aback for a moment, then raised the hand that was being held and shook it: "Sorry. This is the man I traded a big fat pig for, I can't give him to you."

Seeing that his hand was not shaken off, but instead raised up and displayed in front of so many people.

Jiang Che felt an irrepressible surge of excitement.

Song Mingzhen's gaze fell on the two clasped hands. Her expectant look gradually faded, becoming like a stagnant pool, no longer capable of stirring up any ripples.

Zhang Ergou, looking smug, dragged Song Mingzhen away, and the onlookers followed suit.

Judging by the direction, they're heading towards the Song family's residence.

After all that commotion, it was already quite late, so Jiang Yun Ning quickly called Jiang An He to go to school.

The oxcart swayed as it set off, and Jiang Anhe sat on the cushions, flipping through the book in her hands.

Jiang Che glanced back and quietly moved closer to Jiang Yun Ning.

"How much dowry did your elder brother and sister-in-law give when they got married?" He wanted to prepare in advance, even if Jiang Yun Ning didn't choose him in the end and married someone else instead.

At worst, this money can be used as Jiang Yun Ning's dowry.

Jiang Yun Ning was still thinking about new dishes when she heard Jiang Che's words and replied without hesitation, "I think I gave him eight taels."

Jiang Che nodded, planning to find time to go to the mountains again. He would hunt a couple more deer to raise twenty taels as a betrothal gift, and another ten taels for a banquet.

We need to scrape together another ten taels to buy jewelry for Jiang Yun Ning.

I've never seen Jiang Yun Ning wear the hairpin I made last time; it must have been too ugly. Let's just go buy a nicer one.

"What?" Jiang Yun Ning suddenly realized what he meant and looked at him in confusion.

Jiang Che shook his head: "It's nothing. I was just asking."

His stammering manner clearly showed he was guilty.

"Don't you know you can't lie?" Jiang Yun Ning's lips curled into a knowing smile. "You're not trying to save up for a dowry to marry me, are you?"

Jiang Che, whose secret had been exposed, no longer hid it. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still nodded.

His tone was very serious: "I want to prepare in advance, but I don't mean to force you. If you still don't like me in the end, I... I won't force you."

Jiang Yun Ning braced her left hand on the oxcart, leaning towards him: "Then if I end up marrying someone else, won't all your dowry have been saved up for nothing?"

"Then I'll do your makeup." Jiang Che looked up, his gaze fixed firmly into her eyes.

Jiang Yun Ning was slightly stunned, feeling as if she were being sucked into those deep, dark eyes.

She licked her dry lips and sat up abruptly.

Upon arriving at the college, Jiang Anhe hopped and skipped off the oxcart.

The atmosphere between the two became even more silent, as if a heat wave was emanating from them, making their faces flush.

In the cafeteria, Wang Henian and his friends were already busy. Seeing the two arrive, they asked with some confusion, "Why are you so late today? Did something happen on the way?"

Jiang Yun Ning waved his hand casually: "Song Mingzhen went looking for bad luck early in the morning, crying and wailing that she wanted to become Jiang Che's concubine."

Jiang Che, who had just tied up the oxcart, paused, somewhat speechless: "I refused."

Jiang Yunning chuckled and put on the apron.

The group got busy again, and perhaps because of yesterday's experience, they were much faster today.

Unexpectedly, the number of people who came at noon today was 20% higher than yesterday, and the prepared food sold out early.