If we can live in a mass grave, what place can't we live in?
"Young man, who are you looking for?"
Just as Ning Hongze was pondering, an elderly woman with white hair and a cane came over.
I carved this cane myself, and the polishing is quite good, but it's a little rough.
"Hello, Grandma, I'm looking for ginger tea."
"Teacher Jiang?"
"Yes, does Jiang Cha live in this village?"
"Oh, you've come to the right person! Teacher Jiang lives in my house."
"Really? That's wonderful! Mother-in-law, could you take me to see Jiang Cha?"
"Okay, Teacher Jiang is a really nice girl."
Clearly, the old man loved ginger tea. Mentioning ginger tea made his wrinkled face relax considerably. "Young man, what's your name? Are you her brother?"
"No, I'm her boyfriend."
Ning Hong then spoke directly.
"What?"
The old woman stopped in her tracks.
"What did you say?"
“I’m her boyfriend, or you could say her fiancé.” Ning Hong smiled at the old man. “Why aren’t you leaving?”
"You've come to steal my daughter-in-law, why would I leave?"
The old woman stomped her cane hard.
"Help! Help! A stranger has entered the village. This man has ill intentions. Quickly, get him out of here!"
"Grandma, how can you say that?"
Daughter-in-law, it's not that he looks down on people from the mountains, but just by looking at this old lady's current behavior, you can tell what kind of people this family is. Jiang Cha must be out of her mind to agree to this.
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