The old lady Zhang is no longer clear-headed. Her family had seen the old lady Zhang's winnowing basket once, but that was five or six years ago, and it had been returned long ago.
What's wrong with her? She actually came to our door again to ask for it!
What's most infuriating is that I'm with a mentally challenged lunatic who can't even speak clearly, so we can't even have an argument.
Given what just happened with Yin Lan, the villagers probably won't believe them.
It was like swallowing a bitter pill; for the first time, Old Mrs. Yin experienced the feeling of having no way to express her suffering.
She was so angry that she was trembling all over.
He kept repeating Yin Lan's name to himself.
"Wait for me, wait for me, I'll make you pay!"
"Eldest brother, go to the next village and send a message to Scholar Sun," Old Mrs. Yin said through gritted teeth.
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Carrying the things, Yin Lan walked with incredible speed, as if afraid someone would catch up with her.
Fortunately, there was no one along the way, and after walking two or three miles, Yin Lan was able to catch her breath.
The original owner's thin and weak body simply didn't have much strength. Although the quilt was old, it still weighed about 4 pounds. Inside were also a kitchen knife and an axe, all quite heavy items. So, carrying such a heavy load on her back, even in this kind of weather, Yin Lan broke out in a thin layer of sweat.
She wiped her sweat and prepared to get up and continue her journey.
"Third Sister..."
A soft voice suddenly sounded behind me.
Thinking there was no one around, Yin Lan was almost startled. She turned her head and saw a familiar, thin figure.
She had a pretty face, but was very thin, with pale lips and sparse hair.
Yin Lan's surprised expression immediately turned cold. "What are you doing here?"
This is the fourth child of the Yin family, and Yin Lan's younger sister.
Logically speaking, there are only two younger sisters in the family, so their relationship should be good.
But Old Mrs. Yin had always favored boys over girls since childhood.
Yin Zhi was even more adept at flattery and ingratiating herself than the original owner. She had snatched a lot of food from the original owner since childhood and was also good at pleasing an old lady.
Therefore, the two girls did not get along, and the old lady preferred her youngest daughter.
Yin Zhi's face was somewhat pale, and his eyes were red.
"Third sister..." Her voice trembled slightly, "I'm getting married."
Yin Lan and she really had nothing to say to each other.
"Congratulations?"
Yin Zhi suddenly burst into tears. She squatted on the ground, her shoulders trembling.
"But I don't want to get married. My mother wants to marry me off to an old man just because he's rich. She actually wants me to be his concubine. I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to get married at all!" Yin Zhi cried bitterly.
Yin Lan's mood was also a little heavy.
In ancient times, being a concubine was essentially like being an object. An old man's wife could beat or scold her as she pleased, and could even sell her off.
"Just because they could afford a dowry of thirty taels, my mother didn't even ask any questions and I just accepted the money. I heard that two of that man's concubines have already died. Will I not live long after I marry him?"
Yin Zhi looked at Yin Lan with a mixture of fear and despair in her large eyes.
"Get up first."
Yin Zhi stood up shakily.
She originally thought that as long as he cured her mother and made her happy, she would find him a good family to marry into.
Yin Zhi used to look down on her third sister, thinking that she had married a rude villager.
But now her situation is even worse than Yin Lan's.
"I don't want to, I'd rather kill myself by smashing my head against a wall."
Yin Zhi had indeed thought about it that way, but when he tried to put it into practice, his legs suddenly felt weak.
She wanted to live.
She didn't know what was wrong with her; perhaps she was truly at her wit's end.
Today, she was outside, secretly watching Yin Lan fight against the whole family all by herself.
The third sister, who used to be even more submissive than him and wouldn't dare to breathe loudly in front of their mother, suddenly had such courage.
Yin Zhi then followed Yin Lan from a distance.
She really had no other choice.
They actually had to ask Yin Lan for help.
Yin Lan glanced at her younger sister. Later, when Chen Yiqi was in prison, she was the only one who visited him.
"What can I do? You've seen it yourself, I've made such a big fuss today to get back this little bit."
Seeing Yin Zhi's desperate look.
Yin Lan still couldn't bring herself to do it. "Let me go back and think of a solution. There's still a month left. I'll think of something."
Yin Zhi's shoulders slumped, as if all her energy had been drained away in an instant.
Yes, how could she be so foolish?
Her mother treated her that way, and neither her eldest nor second eldest brothers cared about her.
They even said it was all for her own good, that it was a good match—how ridiculous!
And how could her third sister, who was at odds with her the most, possibly help her?
She was too naive, too foolish, and too delusional.
Saying they'll go back and think of a solution is just an excuse.
In the end, is death really the only option for her?
Yin Zhi walked home dejectedly.
But is that still her home?
There's really nothing Yin Lan can do right now; she has to hurry up and carry the things back.
I'll think of a solution later.
The journey from Yinjiacun back to Tiejiancun, a distance of over twenty li, would take half a day. With the things Yin Lan was carrying on her back, it was already getting dark when she finally stood in front of the small thatched hut.
I'm finally back.
"Huh?" Yin Lan looked at the door with a puzzled expression.
Because he was the only woman in his family with three young children, and they lived quite far from the village.
So when she goes out, she always puts a small, inconspicuous thread on the door.
Has anyone been in here?
He gently pushed open the door and found that nothing had changed inside, which slowly calmed his heart.
Maybe the eldest and second children came back.
As she thought about it, she put the things she had brought back inside, including a four-pound cotton quilt. Although it was somewhat worn, it was still better than what most people used.
It was also thicker and larger than the tattered cotton quilt in my own home.
He and his three little ones can sleep better at night and no longer have to huddle together.
This trip was a pleasant surprise for her. She had only planned to pick up some small items, but she didn't expect to receive help from the villagers. So today, she picked out the most expensive things.
A kitchen knife, an axe, and a porcelain basin.
The axe could be kept for chopping wood, or used as a weapon. Yinglan already had a kitchen knife at home, so she thought it could be sold for a tael of silver.
The porcelain basin is useful; he'll need it to cook food to sell later, and the basins at home aren't enough, so this one is just right.
And she wasn't just saying it; she'd have to go back to the Yin family next time to get some more things.
Crying, making a scene, and playing the victim – this method is actually quite effective.
As for what to eat tonight?
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