"Oh dear! Look at this! Isn't this the girl the Lu family adopted? She's really ugly!"
"I don't know why the Lu family would choose to raise a money-losing child? Wouldn't it be better to raise a boy?"
"Yeah! This girl is so ugly and thin, is she sick? Can anyone raise her?"
"The Lu family is so poor, do they have the money for her dowry and marriage? Don't let her become an ugly old maid who can't get married even if you pay her."
Several middle-aged women pointed fingers at An Wan and said some very unpleasant things.
An Wan rolled her eyes dismissively, but she was also very annoyed.
Mind your own business! You gossipy old women!
What business is it of yours if I can't get married!
Did I say I was going to get married?
I never imagined that the preference for sons over daughters was so severe in this village. Although they are quite old, the influence is still subtle, and I wonder if the younger generation also thinks that daughters are a financial burden.
"Wanwan, don't be afraid!" After Yunping took the bags of things she bought out of the car, she saw those middle-aged women talking badly about Anwan.
Seeing that Yunping was about to step in, Anwan had no choice but to hide in her arms.
"My Wanwan is a very good person, good in every way. You don't need to worry about her. It's none of your business. You should be more concerned about whether your sons can get married!"
They confront you directly, showing no politeness whatsoever.
Because Yunping knew she was weaker, she tried to downplay the situation and avoid making a big deal out of it. She respected her elders without considering right or wrong, just to save face. Those gossipy women would only think she was easy to bully.
They will only bully you even more.
Therefore, we cannot be weak from the very beginning.
"Hey Yunping, why are you dragging my son into this? It's ten times better for him to be single than for you to raise a money-losing brat like this."
"Exactly! My sons started earning money in their teens. You're talking about raising a girl for twenty years, which is a waste of money and requires a dowry. You must be out of your mind to raise a girl."
"Yunping, I'm not trying to criticize you, but wouldn't it be better to raise a few boys? Why did you have to pick up a bastard and raise it? Who knows who abandoned it in the deep mountains? You've really lost your mind! Lu Sen is going to be ruined by you."
The group of middle-aged women in their fifties and sixties got angrier and angrier as they talked, and their voices became so loud that An Wan's ears hurt.
He silently chanted "Space Blade," and a gust of wind swept towards the decades-old tree behind the women.
The wind made the branches sway, and the leaves fell down with a rustling sound.
The elderly women were so frightened that they trembled and howled like ghosts.
They felt the tree was swaying because God had clearly intervened.
They must have said something inappropriate that angered the tree spirit.
"Shut up! It's none of your business to interfere in my family's affairs."
Yunping was furious, but before she could finish her curse, Anwan pulled her away.
The two of them carried two full bags in each hand and hurried towards the Lu family's house.
Along the way, Yunping encountered villagers and greeted them, and they seemed to have a good relationship.
An Wan didn't want to run into Grandma Lu's family, nor did she want anyone to tip Grandma Lu off.
After all, the several bags she and Yunping were carrying clearly indicated that they had bought a lot of food and supplies.
It's hard to guarantee that someone with bad intentions won't tip off Old Lady Lu, and things might get out of hand that night.
With Lu Sen working at the ore mine and Lu Jingxing at the school, no one could control Old Lady Lu.
"Wanwan, are you tired? Why don't you leave your things here and I'll come back again? You can go back and rest first."
Yunping turned to look at An Wan's face, which was slightly flushed but not sweaty.
He showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
She herself was exhausted and hot, and her back was almost sweating.
Two large bags of oil, salt, soy sauce, tea, and several other condiments, weighing a total of ten pounds.
"I'm not tired, Mom, I can do it."
An Wan shook her head and quickened her pace to walk ahead of Yun Ping.
Because she had already seen the Lu family's house. Lu Zhili was standing at the gate of the courtyard, peeking out like a young wife waiting for her husband to come home.
They are so adorable.
He even brought Lu Jiayan out and waited for her to come home in a wheelchair.
"Brother Jiayan—"
"Fifth Brother—"
She had only been away for half a day, but she already missed her home and her family very much.
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