Hearing Li Xunli say this from behind, Shen Qingqing suddenly chuckled silently.

Chaocheng really likes to use moral blackmail tactics like "He's just a child, why bother arguing with him?" to shut people up.

Shen Qingqing used to hate these kinds of words, but now that the child in those words is herself, she finds them incredibly beautiful.

Humans really are creatures with blatant double standards.

Moreover, Li Xunli said that she would teach the child well, which cut off the other party's subsequent words.

Seeing that the people around her had stopped buying vegetables and were just standing by watching the commotion, Li Yuzhu snorted heavily, said "Good intentions are wasted!" and walked past Li Xunli, bumping into her as she went.

"Hey! Big sister! Don't you want your eels anymore?" The eel vendor stood up, holding the bag of eels, and called out from behind after the customer left.

Li Xunli sneered, and when the eel vendor sat down to do business again, she picked out two more eels.

People from Lijiacun village almost always come to this vegetable market to buy vegetables, so the families who own porcelain kilns also come here.

Li Xunli led Shen Qingqing further inside, and every now and then they would encounter a family that also had a porcelain kiln to sell.

The other person probably overheard what Li Yuzhu and Li Xunli were saying at the eel stall earlier, because they would glance at them every now and then when they met, but they didn't greet them.

After encountering it many times, Shen Qingqing began to understand its meaning.

So, after Manager Li went back home, he didn't make a sound and was waiting for them here?

Tell the other porcelain sellers that if one household doesn't sign, they won't get paid. They want to drag it out until the others can't take it anymore and come to them, forcing them to sign.

Li Xunli wasn't a psychologically fragile person. She pretended not to notice or see the way these people were looking at her. After buying her groceries, she passed by a rice noodle shop and asked, "Qingqing, do you want some?"

Upon smelling that familiar and authentic aroma, Shen Qingqing's empty stomach immediately began to rumble, and she nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"

Li Xunli quickly ordered two bowls and ate them in the shop.

As for Shen Yangyang and Shen Rongzhou at home, she cooked porridge before leaving.

After the mother and daughter had eaten and drunk their fill, they considered the incident at the market that morning to be over.

Shen Qingqing was quite cautious. After returning home, while Li Xunli was waking Shen Yangyang up and taking Shen Hong to her grandmother's house, she called Li Xunjin and told him about what happened that morning, as well as her speculations.

She's just a child, so there's not much she can do. And her mother is already married, so according to Lijia Village, she's no longer considered a member of Lijia Village. But her uncle is different; there are some things that he has to step in and resolve.

Unexpectedly, around four or five in the afternoon, when the sun was setting and the sunlight wasn't so harsh, an old auntie whom Shen Qingqing had never seen before came to the porcelain kiln.

"Oh my, little girl, where's your mother?" The old woman standing outside the kiln smiled and asked Shen Qingqing when she saw that it was a child who opened the door.

After what happened at the market that morning, Shen Qingqing was equally wary of anyone who tried to get close to her mother. Her mother was quite angry that morning, and said, "My mom is busy. Auntie, if you have anything to say, you can tell me first, and I'll tell her when she's done!"

Li Xunli was currently adding fuel to the kiln, and the sound of the fire was quite loud, booming loudly.

“You’re still young, you won’t understand what I’m saying. Wait a moment, your mother will tell me when she’s done with her work.” The aunt was very informal and found a place outside to sit down.

Shen Qingqing quickly stopped her: "Auntie! The ground is still very hot, don't get heatstroke. Why don't you go back first? My mom isn't finished with her work yet."

Li Xunli noticed the situation at the door at this moment, took off her gloves and walked over: "Qingqing, who's here?"

Shen Qingqing moved her head from outside the door to inside and glanced at Li Xunli. After mouthing "trouble" for a moment, she opened the door and said, "It's this old lady. I told her you were busy, but she didn't believe me and wanted to sit and wait at our door. I didn't let her sit."

Li Xunli nodded in agreement, patted her head, and indicated that she had done the right thing.

If something were to happen to someone at the entrance of their porcelain kiln in this weather, things would get very serious.

"Xunli, are you not busy now?" The old lady standing outside the door greeted Li Xunli, who was standing behind the door, with a friendly smile as soon as the door opened.

Li Xunli smiled warmly in return: "I'm not finished yet, Aunt Wen! What brings you here?"

Li Xunli bluntly stated that she wasn't finished with her work, effectively shutting down Aunt Wen's attempts at small talk.

But the man wasn't discouraged and continued, following Li Xunli's lead: "It's nothing serious. I just came to talk to you about selling our porcelain kilns."

With Aunt Wen so frankly laying things out, Li Xunli could no longer keep people outside.

—Aunt Wen is a respected female elder in the ancestral hall.

Aunt Wen followed Li Xunli inside with a smile.

Shen Qingqing belatedly realized who this person was.

When her great-grandmother passed away in her past life, an old woman insisted that she was her granddaughter and that it was inappropriate for her to walk in the procession. Only grandchildren were allowed to do so. Upon hearing this, Shen Qingqing grabbed a long bench in the mourning hall. If her grandmother hadn't persuaded the old woman to properly see her great-grandmother off on her final journey, she would have smashed the bench at her.

Looking back, the feeling of disgust that arose spontaneously made Shen Qingqing squint and stare at Aunt Wen from a distance for a while.

Aunt Wen, who was walking ahead of Li Xunli, suddenly felt a chill down her spine. When she turned around, she only saw Shen Qingqing closing the door. She ignored the chill and brushed it off.

After they sat down, Aunt Wen smiled and said, "Xunli, as you know, my family doesn't own a porcelain kiln, but we've heard about it being sold. Everyone heard this morning that your family didn't want to sign the agreement to sell the kiln. These seven or eight households are just waiting for your family to sign. I've also inquired, and the money the company is offering is quite good. Many people in our village don't even earn 50,000 yuan a year, right? What are your thoughts on this?"

Li Xunli used the same excuse she had given Li Yuzhu that morning: "Aunt Wen, you have to ask my brother and my parents about this. Although I am currently using this porcelain kiln, it is still registered under my mother's name. If it is to be given to someone, it will only be to my brother. I can't make the decision."