"If you follow me again, I will beat you to death!"

As she spoke, she took Huang Jingjing's hand and walked towards the village entrance.

There are families in the village who use ox carts. When they are not busy, they will travel back and forth between the village and the town. Each person pays one coin.

Old Mrs. Huang said to Huang Jingjing, "My dear, let's take the ox cart."

Huang Jingjing could hardly believe her ears. Before this, she had watched the villagers riding ox carts, and she wanted to ride one too.

Just because he looked at her a few more times, Old Lady Huang twisted his ears and dragged him away.

That time, my ears were almost pulled off.

From then on, she dared not even look at the ox cart, let alone ride on it.

Unexpectedly, today Mrs. Huang actually took the initiative to ask her to sit down.

Seeing her look of disbelief, Old Lady Huang reached out, picked her up, and put her on the carriage.

The coachman is called Huang Xiaohu. He is the younger generation of Old Mrs. Huang and calls her aunt.

"Aunt, are you going to town?"

Old Mrs. Huang smiled and gave him two dollars, which was the fare for the trip. If he could catch the bus back, he could take it. If he couldn't catch the bus, he would have to walk back by himself.

Generally speaking, he would wait at the agreed place.

When he came back, he no longer had to pay for the trip. He only had one wallet for the round trip, and he would not refund it even if he missed the trip back to the city.

There were several other people from the village who went together, including Aunt Eighth, who didn't get along well with Old Mrs. Huang.

Eighth Aunt and her eldest daughter Xiuzhen went to the town to sell a basket of eggs.

Apart from selling grain, the villagers can only earn some pocket money by doing odd jobs during the day.

Women, for example, can only make a living by selling embroidery, vegetables, and eggs.

Old Mrs. Huang took a look and estimated that there were dozens of eggs. Each egg could be sold for one dollar, so she could probably make dozens of dollars this trip.

She didn't care about this little bit of money at the moment. These days, she went to the town today just to think about ways to make money.

When Eighth Aunt saw Old Mrs. Huang taking out some exquisite pastries for Huang Jingjing to eat, she immediately felt jealous.

"Oh, you treat a little girl like a treasure and even give her snacks."

Old Mrs. Huang looked at her dry, drooping lips and felt sick.

"Eighth Aunt, if you can't talk, just shut up. If I don't feed my granddaughter, do I have to feed you?"

There were other people on the ox cart, and they all laughed when they heard what Old Lady Huang said.

Xiu Xi is about the same age as Huang Jingjing. She kept staring at the pastry in Huang Jingjing's hand and swallowing her saliva.

He even took advantage of Huang Jingjing's inattention and reached out to snatch Huang Jingjing's snack and stuffed it into his own mouth.

The movement was so fast that Huang Jingjing had no time to react.

Old Mrs. Huang reached out and hit him, but it was too late. Huang Xiuzhen had already snatched the cakes away.

This made Old Mrs. Huang so angry that she stamped her feet. She didn't hesitate at all and slapped him in the face.

This eighth aunt has no other skills except giving birth to a baby.

She is the same age as Old Mrs. Huang, and her youngest daughter is the same age as Old Mrs. Huang's eldest granddaughter.

When Eighth Aunt saw her precious daughter being beaten, she immediately joined the fight.

When the other people on the ox cart saw this, they were so scared that they moved to the side.

Old Mrs. Huang's fighting ability has been off the charts recently, and no one in the village dares to provoke her.

As for the Eighth Aunt, she was considered a bully in the village in those days.

These two people fought together, and others could only watch.

Even the coachman Huang Xiaohu tried to persuade them not to do it, but it was too late.