Wen Nan withdrew his hand, and Aunt Zhao's outstretched hand, ready to snatch it, missed its target.
Wen Nan put the money bag behind her back, blocking Zhao Da Niang's burning gaze.
Of all the villages and towns in the area, Lianhua Village is the poorest.
Although Wen Nan didn't know much about the money pouch, he could tell from the touch that it was made of the finest silk, and the koi embroidered on it used several colors, giving it a golden sheen.
It could never be Aunt Zhao's.
"Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it's yours." Wen Nan raised an eyebrow slightly as she stood beside Lu Yanqing. However, she placed the money pouch behind her back.
They clearly didn't believe the money bag belonged to Aunt Zhao.
Aunt Zhao was a notorious troublemaker in the village.
"Oh dear, Madam Wen, this is our family's food for a year. You could have just picked it up and given it back to me. Now you refuse to give it back. Are you going to make our whole family... starve?" Aunt Zhao plopped down on the snow, clapping her rough hands, her peeling skin wrinkling up like a flower.
Aunt Zhao cried in a very rhythmic manner.
He howled a few times, glanced at Wen Nan, and seeing that Wen Nan's face did not change, he raised his voice even higher.
Throughout the village, besides the howling wind, there was also the extremely rhythmic high-pitched accompaniment of Aunt Zhao.
As soon as Aunt Zhao started wailing, everyone in the village came out.
The village chief was the first to be affected.
When disputes arise in the village, the village chief usually makes the decisions.
Aunt Zhao rolled on the ground, refusing to get up no matter how many people tried to help her.
Aunt Zhao sat in the snow, wailing and sniffling.
He wiped his nose with his hand and then wiped it in the snow.
The surrounding villagers all came to watch the spectacle.
"Village chief, Madam Wen picked up my money bag and refuses to return it... That's my family's food supply for a year. How can my family survive?" Aunt Zhao wailed.
The embroiderer had been thrown into the icy lake and fell ill. She hadn't come out for a long time when she heard her mother's wailing.
He glanced at Lu Yanqing, who exuded a scholarly air.
The embroiderer pinched her thigh, squeezing out glistening tears. She reached out and hugged Aunt Zhao, not even bothering to ask why, before launching into accusations against Wen Nan.
She will not miss any opportunity to smear Wennan.
She wants Wen Nan to divorce Lu Yanqing.
When that time came, she took advantage of the situation.
If Lu Yanqing becomes successful in the future, she will also be able to enjoy a life of luxury.
"How cruel is Madam Wen! My mother is so old, and Madam Wen actually had the nerve to pick up her money! And not only did she pick it up, but she didn't even return it!" The embroiderer cried emotionally. The glistening tears on her dark face looked particularly comical.
Aunt Zhao was momentarily stunned by the embroiderer's display of power.
This money certainly didn't belong to Aunt Zhao, but Lianhua Village was very poor, and the embroiderer had spent a lot of money on medical expenses when she fell ill.
Aunt Zhao had no savings left. Even if this money bag wasn't hers, it could only be hers.
She just saw it... this money bag is bulging, it must contain a lot of money.
"Lu Xiucai, you're a scholar, yet... you still tolerate Wen Niangzi doing such a thing." Aunt Zhao cried and sniffled, wishing she could immediately belittle Lu Yanqing and his wife to the ground.
The embroiderer next to her paused slightly while crying, and then reached out and pinched Aunt Zhao.
This matter can be blamed on Wen Nan; what does it have to do with Lu Yanqing?
She still needs to please Lu Yanqing.
Oh no!
Aunt Zhao was inexplicably pinched by her own daughter, and she glared fiercely at the embroiderer.
She started wailing again, crying in an extremely affected way...
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