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

Jiang Che paused for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion as he stared at her retreating figure.

What's wrong? Are you already tired of it?

Without thinking too much, I went back inside to change my clothes, picked up a broom, and went back into the pigsty.

The piglets are already running around everywhere, and the fat pig is recovering well, lazily lying in the pigpen every day with a bunch of piglets.

At this time, many people in the village had already eaten breakfast and were out chatting.

The Song family near the big willow tree.

Song Mingzhen had been locked up all night and had been crying all night, so she was completely exhausted.

But she still wouldn't give up.

"I'm only fifteen, Dad, Mom. I don't want to marry a widower in his fifties."

"Why should I have to sell my house to pay off the money my brother borrowed?!"

"I'm your daughter too!"

Song Mingzhen kept banging on the door of the woodshed, the old wooden door creaking.

Annoyed by her constant chatter, Old Man Song opened the door and slapped her across the face: "Children's marriages are ultimately decided by their parents. You marry whoever they want you to marry!"

When Song Mingzhen learned yesterday afternoon that she was to be sold, she tried to run away. She was arrested and locked in the woodshed before she could even leave the courtyard.

Having not eaten or drunk anything and having cried all night, she was already extremely weak. This slap sent her sprawling to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Granny Yang's eyes, and her hand instinctively reached out.

But then she saw Song Minglang lying motionless, and her heartache instantly turned into anger: "If you hadn't run back, you idiot, how would your brother be in this state?"

"Me." Song Mingzhen's eyes were somewhat flustered as she looked up and saw Song Minglang's sinister gaze.

It was as if they wanted to skin her alive.

"I didn't mean to." She shook her head repeatedly, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing incessantly. "I really didn't mean to, Father, Mother, Brother. I really didn't want to marry that old widower."

Song Minglang curled his lips into a smile and stared intently at her: "Then let's go to a brothel."

He showed no affection whatsoever for his younger sister, Song Mingzhen. From childhood to adulthood, he treated her like a servant.

"Big brother?"

Song Mingzhen was stunned. She never expected that her own brother, who shared the same mother, would say such a thing.

She opened her mouth, but felt as if something was blocking her throat.

Granny Yang continued cursing, but Song Mingzhen seemed to have suddenly gone deaf and couldn't hear anything anymore.

It took me a while to recover.

"Father, Mother," she said nervously, swallowing hard.

"Don't you want to know how Jiang Yun Ning earned so much money? And how the wooden steamed buns turned into ice jelly?"

Old Man Song looked up and stared at her intently.

It was as if they were trying to guess what she wanted to say.

"If I can get into the Jiang family, I'll have a chance to find out how they make their money. With that money, will I still have to worry about my brother's leg not being healed?"

Song Mingzhen's eyes were somewhat crazed as she quickly crawled on her knees to Old Man Song's side: "Father, no man doesn't want multiple wives and concubines. I'm going to find Jiang Che, I'll be his mistress. I'm sure I can find out Jiang Yun Ning's ways of making money."

Even becoming Jiang Che's concubine would be better than marrying that old widower whose teeth are almost rotten.

Moreover, the Jiang family is well-off. Once she marries into the family, why would she care about Song Minglang? Anyway, the Song family doesn't treat her like a human being anymore.

Granny Yang fell silent, looking at Old Man Song with hesitant eyes.

In this family, Song Minglang seems to have the highest status, but in the end, it is Old Man Song who makes the decisions.

Especially now, Song Minglang's legs are ruined.

"You only have this one chance." Old Man Song looked at her. "If it doesn't work out, then you'll obediently listen to your parents and prepare to get married. Although you're a bit old, at least you'll be a legal wife."

Song Mingzhen's eyes flickered, and she lowered her eyes and nodded.

She wiped away her tears, not even bothering to wash her face, and ran towards the Jiang family's house.

She was driving recklessly and almost bumped into Zhang Ergou, who had just returned from fooling around outside and was about to catch up on his sleep.

"Are you blind?!" he angrily cursed, but Song Mingzhen didn't stop, as if she hadn't heard him.

"What's going on?" someone asked.

Zhang Ergou replied irritably, "I don't know, you lunatic, running so fast. Are you rushing to be reborn?"

He had just finished cursing when he suddenly turned around.

"Why did she run towards the Jiang family's house?" Zhang Ergou looked at her in confusion, then his eyes lit up and he called out to the surrounding villagers, "Hurry up, hurry up, there's going to be a good show!"

The dining table in the Jiang family's courtyard had just been put away when the gate was slammed shut.

"Jiang Che! Jiang Che, are you there?"

Song Mingzhen's urgent voice came through, as if she had been chased by a dog.

"What is it now?" Wang Cuihua couldn't help but feel angry when she heard Song Mingzhen's voice.

Thinking of the Song family's scheming against his daughter, he wished he could grab a hoe and drive them away.

"Open the door and see what she's up to now," Jiang Laosan said with a gloomy face, ordering Jiang Yuntian to open the door.

As soon as the door bolt was pulled open, Song Mingzhen, caught off guard, rushed in, half of her body crossing the threshold.

She looked up, her face still bearing obvious injuries from being beaten by Liu Yuzhi and her friends that day.

He had a large bump on his forehead and blood on the corner of his lips. It was clear he had just been beaten.

"Song Mingzhen, what are you doing here again?" Jiang Yuntian looked at Song Mingzhen, who suddenly rushed in, with disgust.

With tears in her eyes and a pitiful look on her face, Song Mingzhen looked at Jiang Che and pleaded, "Jiang Che, please marry me. I'll be your concubine, please."

"Have you no shame!" Liu Yuzhi couldn't hold back any longer and picked up a broom to chase people out.

Song Mingzhen, shameless as ever, hugged the broom and said, "Jiang Che, I'm willing to be your concubine, or even without a title!"

Upon hearing Song Mingzhen's words, Zhang Ergou and his companions, who were following closely behind, all widened their eyes in surprise.

Become smaller?

Omg!

The neighbors came out after hearing the commotion.

"Hey, what's going on? What's wrong with the Song family again?"

"My son just schemed against someone else's daughter, and now the daughter's here to steal her husband?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you know, we're all from the same village, how come the Song family is so wicked?"

"Who knows? They probably think the Jiang family is rich and they all want to get close to them."

Song Mingzhen ignored the ridicule around her and hurriedly got up, reaching out to grab Jiang Che's clothes.

"Don't come any closer!" Jiang Che jumped back as if he had seen some kind of trash.

She hid directly behind Jiang Yun Ning, eagerly trying to prove herself: "I really didn't give her a kind look, I don't know what's wrong with her. I swear I didn't flirt with her! I barely said a few words to her!"

Jiang Yun Ning burst out laughing.

"I know." She patted Jiang Che's hand reassuringly. "I believe you."

Jiang Che nodded, his expression surprisingly pitiful.

Song Mingzhen was somewhat stunned, but quickly gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

This was her last chance. It was a chance she had begged for, even after she had kowtowed until her head bled.

If it doesn't work out, she really will have to marry an old widower.