“Oh dear, Aunt Xiao, don’t underestimate me just because I’m a countrywoman. I’ve heard all this. After Master Zhou’s daughter died, his high-ranking son-in-law remarried. I wonder what kind of children Master Zhou’s grandchildren have become? I’ve never heard of them visiting Master Zhou! Master Zhou is such a pitiful old man! Last year, it was A-Yuan who kept him company on New Year’s Eve! So, A-Yuan, listen to me, try to please Master Zhou. Maybe the whole Zhou Family Town will be yours in the future!” Zhang said.

Grandma Xiao: "..."

Who said my granddaughter never came to see me or that old bastard?

Lu Zheng: "Aunt Zhang, I'm just farming for my great-uncle."

Mrs. Zhang continued to persuade him, "Young man, don't talk about yourself like that. I have high hopes for you. You definitely have the ability to get into Zhoujia Town. I'll pray for you so that Mr. Zhou's grandchildren will forget about that old man. Then you can take the opportunity to curry favor with Mr. Zhou. Keep trying!"

Lu Zheng was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

The three time travelers who knew the truth, along with the Gu family elders, all gave Zhang a speechless look.

“Wife, don’t teach other people’s children bad things!” Uncle Gu finally had a moment to speak after gnawing on a piece of rib. He said righteously, “A Yuan, don’t listen to Enzi’s mother. Listen to me. You can be good to Master Zhou, after all, he’s a pitiful old man. But don’t covet his property.”

"Why?" Zhang asked, tilting her head.

Lu Zheng also looked at Uncle Gu with curiosity.

Uncle Gu said, "Because this doesn't belong to Zhou Yuan! The family fortune that Master Zhou earned should belong to Miss Zhou. Since Miss Zhou died young, it should belong to her son and daughter. For example, if Dad gives me ten acres of land, and you and I are both dead, Huihui and Sisi are married, and Enzi and Renren aren't with our parents, how can our distant nephew get these ten acres of land if he comes to our village? What would you do, wife? Would you be at peace as a ghost?"

Zhang immediately retorted, "Why should we give our things to others? If anyone tries to take my child's things, I'll haunt them even as a ghost!"

Uncle Gu: "Wouldn't that solve the problem? You can send a young man like A-Yuan to steal things from Miss Zhou's children. Even if Miss Zhou becomes a ghost, she won't let A-Yuan go! What a handsome young man! Who knows what will happen to him if he's haunted by a ghost! I don't want our village to lose a good young man!"

Everyone: "..."

This can be considered a reason?

Grandma Xiao and Lu Zheng were both at a loss for words, and this was the only time Grandma Xiao had heard someone talk about her deceased daughter without feeling so heavy-hearted.

"Uncle, are there really ghosts?" Gu Xin asked, somewhat frightened. Gu Si was clearly also very scared.

"Of course!" Uncle Gu looked at the two girls sitting together with a serious expression and said solemnly, "These ghosts, they actually discriminate based on who they are. In families like ours where most people are good-looking, as long as you don't provoke those ghosts, they won't appear. So, Xinxin, Sisi, you two should try to be good-looking and not provoke ghosts, then they naturally won't appear."

"Yes!" The two girls nodded firmly.

"So, Uncle, are you saying that people who aren't good-looking are more likely to be haunted by ghosts?" Gu Nian asked with a smile.

“Of course!” Uncle Gu said, glancing at Zhang Shi. Under Zhang Shi’s bewildered gaze, he continued, “Your aunt is afraid to go to the outhouse at night. She has shouted at least seven times, ‘Ah, there’s a ghost!’ This has never happened to anyone surnamed Gu.”