Old Mrs. Ge scolded, "If it weren't for the fact that the third son spent one tael of silver to redeem you from the kidnapper, you might have died long ago."

"Speaking of a tael of silver, we have nothing to say. Anyway, the indenture isn't with you. And don't come to my house again. Who knows who might fall into a trap?" Xiaoyue said sternly.

The kitchen was a bit warm; Lu Xiaomei must have added fuel to the fire again. The kang (heated brick bed) was already dry, and Xiaoyue planned to move in today. She pushed Grandma Ge out of the house.

The white floral-patterned cloth that cost fifty coins was already in the basket and hadn't been taken out. Xiaoyue then put the rope into the basket as well, following Lu Xiaomei's advice.

Carry the basket out, then go to the bedroom in the shack to find the dark blue cloth, preparing to go up the mountain to collect some soapberries to wash the cloth properly.

She carried the basket out and stood in the yard, crying loudly. The little boy, frightened, hid behind Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue scolded, "Leave my house, or I'll go find the village chief!"

"There are more than ten people who can testify that Old Man Ge stole on the day of the incident. Are you leaving or not?"

When Grandma Ge heard that Xiaoyue wanted to see the village chief, she was so frightened that she immediately hiccuped and went back to her room.

Seeing that crying was not working, Grandma Ge grabbed Xiaoyue's arm: "Please, you don't want to see your second brother go to jail, do you?"

Xiaoyue thought bitterly: She wished Ge Erlin would go to jail. If it weren't for Ge Erlin, how could she have lived such a miserable life in her past life? How could Old Man Ge have broken her back? She had lived a life that was neither human nor alive until her death.

A life that's neither ghostly nor ghostly.

Grandma Ge grabbed Xiaoyue's sleeve and slowly knelt down. There were no more fake tears; she cried for real. In her past life, Xiaoyue knew that Ge Erlin was the most precious son in her heart.

I never imagined that Grandma Ge could do something like this with her second son.

Xiaoyue put down her basket, helped Old Madam Ge up, and asked in a cold voice, "How much more is needed?"