Hu Wenhua followed closely behind Ding Jiajia.
With his imposing physique and fierce face, Fan Erzhu and Fan Sanzhu on either side of Ding Jiajia felt uneasy and had to turn their heads to look at Hu Wenhua every now and then.
“Uncle, Jiajia is from our village. We’ll go with her. You should go back first,” Fan Sanzhu couldn’t help but say.
The second brother, unaware of what was going on, also joined him in approaching Ding Jiajia. However, compared to Hu Wenhua, the second brother was insignificant; getting Hu Wenhua away was the priority.
Fan Erzhu was thinking that Sanzhu had insulted Ding Jiajia with him, and in front of Ding Jiajia, he and Sanzhu were the same. It wouldn't be shameful to say some apologies. But Hu Wenhua was different, so he had to get rid of him.
Thinking of this, he smiled broadly, "Uncle, don't worry. I've kept what you told me in mind. I won't bully Jiajia anymore; I'll treat her very, very well! You can go back now."
Hu Wenhua's gaze fell on the delicate figure in front of him, and he said in a rough voice, "I'm fine."
He originally wanted to take this opportunity to explain the hairpin to Jiajia, but unexpectedly these two eyesores popped up.
And judging from their attitudes, does this mean they're interested in Jiajia?
Ha, although he himself is not a good match, he looks down on his two nephews even more. Not to mention they are not good enough for Jiajia, they are not good enough for any girl from a good family!
"How could nothing be wrong? Second Uncle and Second Aunt need to buy bricks and tiles to build a house, hire people to process medicinal herbs, and sell rabbits in the village. They need you for everything to make money." Fan Erzhu said sourly.
Then he remembered that his grandmother had gone to ask them for work, and once he went over to work, he would earn just as much money as Hu Wenhua!
Once he had the money… he looked at Ding Jiajia in front of him, and she would definitely look up to him.
Hu Wenhua didn't take the sarcastic remarks to heart.
Although he was the same age as them, he had been taught since childhood to be an elder and had always acted like one, not bothering to argue with them.
Moreover, he discovered that his mindset had indeed changed after earning more money. In the past, he didn't argue with them because of seniority, but after having savings and a steady stream of income, he felt it was unnecessary—he could use the time he spent getting angry to earn more money.
Ding Jiajia, standing at the front, frowned her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows. After holding back for a while, she finally couldn't help but reply, "It's because Brother Hu is so capable. Otherwise, out of so many men in the village, why is it him?"
Fan Sanzhu pursed his lips. What else could it be?
Of course, it's because of their second uncle!
After all, the rabbit breeds were all obtained from their second uncle's family, so how could they not give face to their second uncle and brother-in-law? The villagers earned their own money while also giving Hu Wenhua a share.
That's hardly a skill.
When Hu Wenhua heard her call him "Brother Hu," he couldn't help but smile. And when he heard her defending him, his smile stretched almost to the back of his ears.
Uncle Ding and Aunt Ding must have scolded Jiajia quite a bit for the hairpin incident, but Jiajia still spoke up for him. Jiajia is so kind, and it was all his fault!
Fan Erzhu readily agreed, saying, "Jiajia is right. Anyone who can earn money is capable. I'll be earning money in a few days too. When I get my wages, I'll buy you steamed buns—no, I'll buy you meat buns!"
After saying that, he straightened his back and added proudly, "Big meat buns, pure meat, not a single bit fake!"
Not to be outdone, Fan Sanzhu stepped forward to fawn over her: "Me too! I'll buy it for you too, Jiajia, what do you want to eat?"
White steamed buns or mantou are both fine!
He couldn't bear to part with his mother and grandmother, but he bought it for Jiajia. He was incredibly good to Jiajia.
Then I thought I should still buy one for Grandma, since this job that pays wages depends on Grandma, and in the future, I'll still need Grandma to help me with my wages. Uh, then I'll buy Grandma a steamed bun made of white flour.
Grandma would definitely feel that she hadn't spoiled her grandson for nothing if he could eat white flour steamed buns.
Ding Jiajia's heart raced as she thought of the jujube paste cake and five-colored sugar balls she had never missed.
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