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

In the Zhang family home in Anning Town, Wang Qingqing covered Daya's ears, tears streaming down her face as she looked at the old lady Zhang in front of her.

"Anyway, you can decide for yourself. If you can't borrow five taels of silver, I'll sell Daya to someone as a child bride." Old Mrs. Zhang said, hands on her hips.

"Your family has no sons. Are you expecting to take all that money from your parents to your grave if you don't give it to them?"

"I'll give you one more day. If you don't see five taels of silver tonight, I'll send Daya over tomorrow. Anyway, their family is rich, so Daya won't have to worry about suffering there."

Old Mrs. Zhang glanced at her with disgust, her anger growing stronger.

He even thought it would be good to sell Wang Qingqing as well.

He then finds another woman who can bear sons to marry into the family and give him a grandson.

Wang Qingqing sniffed, feeling as if her whole life had been a joke.

She was tricked into marrying into the family by Zhang Hansheng's sweet talk. She did a lot of work in the fields and couldn't leave the house unattended. Every day, she also had to diligently serve Zhang's wife and Zhang Hansheng, those two lazybones.

Even so, she was frequently beaten and disliked every day.

Along with his own daughter, he has never had a good day since birth.

Now, Old Lady Zhang still wants to sell her to be a child bride.

"Hansheng, do you also want to sell Daya?" Wang Qingqing looked at the silent Zhang Hansheng, her eyes bloodshot.

Zhang Hansheng sighed: "Qingqing, you must listen to your mother. You can't be unfilial, can you?"

Wang Qingqing gave up. She sighed, slowly stood up, and wiped away her tears.

"Okay, I'll go. I'll take Daya with me."

"No way." Old Mrs. Zhang grabbed Daya and said, "Daya has to stay home to gather firewood and wash clothes. You can go by yourself."

Wang Qingqing wiped her face, her legs went weak, and she walked out, sitting down on the ground outside the village.

Her family wasn't well-off to begin with, and she had already borrowed money and grain from them many times.

I simply don't have the face to go back.

But if they divorce, she definitely won't be able to take Daya with her.

Wang Qingqing sat for a while, then, thinking of Da Ya's frail body, she made up her mind and got up to walk towards the town.

She remembered there was a shop in town that sold rat poison, and she planned to buy a packet to poison those two beasts.

She'll pay for those two beasts' lives, and then Da Ya will be handed over to her parents.

This way, Da Ya could also earn a living.

At this moment, Old Lady Zhang glanced at Daya smugly and kicked her: "Go wash your face, make sure it's clean."

She had already decided that Daya would definitely be sold.

Today is the day Zhang Shu comes to pick up the person. If Wang Qingqing stays at home and only causes trouble, it's better to send her away. Maybe tonight Wang Qingqing can really bring back another five taels of silver.

Zhang Shu got off the carriage, and before he could speak, Old Lady Zhang had already grabbed Daya and tossed her toward him: "Give me the money, and you can take her away."

He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Hansheng beside him.

"Don't you need to see the child's mother one last time?" He looked at Zhang Hansheng's expression, but saw no trace of reluctance on the other's face.

Old Mrs. Zhang curled her lip: "What are you talking about? Take him away quickly."

Zhang Shu didn't say anything more. He took out five taels of silver and handed it over, then took out the contract and had Old Lady Zhang sign it.

"I'm taking the child with me. Whether he lives or dies is none of your business anymore."

Zhang Shu opened his mouth, but all he saw was the mother and son excitedly holding the silver, and they didn't listen to him at all.

Daya realized she had been sold by her grandmother and father. She clung desperately to the doorframe, crying, "Mother! Mother, Father's going to sell me!"

Old Mrs. Zhang quickly covered her mouth: "What are you yelling about, you brat?"

If the neighbors get involved, the business deal might fall through.

"Hansheng." Old Mrs. Zhang called out, and Zhang Hansheng immediately nodded, tore off a wad of cloth and stuffed it into Daya's mouth, then tied Daya's hands with a rope.

Zhang Shu was stunned, but that was all; he didn't feel any remorse.

He carried the struggling Daya onto the carriage.

First, he took Daya home, then rushed to the academy. When he got off the carriage, Jiang Yun Ning's stall had just been set up.

It was the hottest time of day at noon, but the number of students buying ice jelly was noticeably reduced by half.

Zhang Shu smiled smugly, turned around, and walked into the academy gate.

"Boss, what are you making this ice jelly with?"

Someone glanced at it and asked, somewhat uneasy.

Jiang Yunning didn't hide anything: "They're just wooden buns picked from the mountain, all natural."

"Won't eating this cause diarrhea?"

"No, no," Jiang Anhe stood up. "My aunt saves me a big bowl of it every day."

Zhang Manjin, who was eating stir-fried pork with chili peppers from Jiang Anhe's lunchbox, nodded and mumbled, "I also have diarrhea, but I'm fine."

Jiang Yun Ning knew that these students were suspicious because they had listened to Zhang Shu's words. She wasn't angry, and explained with a smile, "If it really caused diarrhea, how could I dare give it to my own child?"

"That's true. Then give me two more bowls."

Seeing that his suspicions were about to be dispelled, Zhang Ergou, who had been leisurely watching the show, hurriedly squeezed in: "Don't listen to her nonsense! Eating this stuff will definitely give you diarrhea!"

Jiang Yun Ning glanced at him calmly: "Making false accusations without any basis can land you in jail."

Zhang Ergou blinked guiltily, "I'm not lying. You said it's made of wooden steamed buns, who knows if it's true or not?"

His eyes darted around, and he said casually, "Unless... you tell me how this wooden bun ended up like this?"

Jiang Yun Ning looked at the way he was pricking up his ears and laughed: "Do I look like an idiot to you?"

Seeing that she hadn't fallen for it, Zhang Ergou was somewhat disappointed: "If you don't tell me, it means you're guilty! Everyone, don't be fooled. This stuff isn't clean; getting a stomachache from eating it is no small matter."

"But I ate it a few days ago and I didn't get diarrhea."

"Me too."

"I got diarrhea yesterday, and several people in my class got diarrhea too. But I don't know if it's because of the ice jelly."

Zhang Ergou proudly raised his head: "See? I told you this thing wasn't clean. Don't be fooled."

Jiang Che put down his bowl, but before he could make a move, Zhang Ergou suddenly jumped back, yelling, "What are you doing! You want to hit me?"

"I won't hit people." Jiang Che looked at him. "I'll hit a dog."

Jiang Yun Ning couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Don't scare him."

She tugged at Jiang Che, looked at Zhang Ergou, and said, "Everything needs evidence. You're just going to label me based on a few words? These are all educated people; no one will be swayed by your words."

Once the compliments are put on someone, no one wants to take them off; at least for now, no one is leaving.

Despite this, the ice jelly still wasn't sold out today.

As I was packing up my stall, a woman walked over from the side and said, "Boss, I'll take all your ice jelly, give me a discount."

Jiang Yun Ning asked doubtfully, "This won't last long; it'll spoil if we don't finish it."

The woman waved her hand: "It's nothing."

Jiang Yuning glanced at her and, seeing that she didn't seem to be short of money, assumed that she had a large family and sold her the remaining half-bucket at the supply price.

As soon as the oxcart had gone far, Zhang Shu immediately led his men out and carried the wooden buckets into the academy.

At this time, there were still many students going into the cafeteria to eat, and they were just in time.