Old Lady Zhu was so discouraged that she completely lost all her strength and collapsed to the ground. After a while, she came to her senses and crawled over to hug the village chief's calf, crying bitterly.
"Village chief, I'm old and confused. I was deceived by human traffickers. She said she would take Huanbao to the city to enjoy a good life, so I believed her. Besides, it didn't work out. Huanbao is not stupid. There's no need to call the police!"
She felt unwilling and confused!
It's just a little girl, so just sell her. Besides, she's her own child, so she can do whatever she wants with her. Is there any need to call the police? Old Mrs. Ning is really stupid. She has so many boys at home and doesn't care about them. She only cares about this money-loser. How much money must it cost to raise her so fat and white? With that money, why doesn't she help her in-laws?
No matter how many excuses there are, a crime is still a crime. The village chief is a sensible person, and he just ordered people to take Old Lady Zhu away with a cold face.
The heart-wrenching cries gradually faded away, and the villagers sighed.
At this time, an old auntie, overflowing with sympathy, spoke up, "Huan girl, I'm not saying anything bad about you. Aunt Zhu is still your grandmother, no matter how bad she is. She was deceived in a moment of confusion, and you are not surprised at all. Why are you so cruel?"
When Old Lady Ning heard this, she immediately exploded. "You long-tongued freak, I'm not selling your grandson. If you keep on talking nonsense, I'll pull out your rotten tongue!"
Ning Zhihuan patted Grandma on the back, his slightly cold gaze shifting towards her. "Grandma is right. If Old Lady Zhu hadn't learned her lesson, she wouldn't have seen anything wrong with human trafficking. Since she didn't succeed in selling me this time, she'll target others next time. Aunt Zhang, your Dazhu is tall and strong. I've heard from human traffickers that children like him can be used as laborers, and their kidneys and hearts can be removed. They're the easiest to sell."
When Aunt Zhang thought of her precious grandson being whipped while working, or having his heart and lungs taken out with a knife, her face turned pale. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.
Those who originally thought that Ning Zhihuan was somewhat unfilial now began to thank her for helping the village clear out the hidden evil.
The farce was over and it was time to work. The villagers discussed in low voices and went home.
Ning Zhihuan now had some space around her, and the men of the Ning family were finally able to gather around her, chattering and showing their concern for her.
She was an orphan in her previous life, and this was the first time she had so many relatives and received so much care.
There is warmth, but also some discomfort.
The original owner had suffered at Old Lady Zhu's house, and her body was in poor condition. There was a buzzing sound in her ears, and Ning Zhihuan felt dizzy and rubbed her head with her eyes closed.
Old Mrs. Ning was like a frightened bird. She quickly supported her adorable granddaughter and shouted at her son and grandson in a low voice, "Shut up, can't you see Huanbao is feeling unwell? Let her go home and rest first!"
The men in the Ning family fell silent instantly, but secretly they were fighting over who wanted to take their niece/sister back.
In the end, the strongest boss of the Ning family won.
The dark-skinned, square-faced man grinned, his eyes full of tenderness, "Huanbao, uncle will hold you."
As he spoke, he gently lifted Ning Zhihuan into his arms. Eldest and Second Brothers Ning stood on either side, protecting her, fearing she would fall. Third Brother Ning, not much older than her, loved his sister dearly. He limped over and stuffed his long-treasured White Rabbit candy into Ning Zhihuan's mouth, hoping to use the snack to make her forget the unpleasantness of the moment.
Ning Zhihuan, who was being carried like a princess by Uncle Ning: "..."
God knows how humiliating it was for her, an adult in her twenties, to be treated like a little baby.
She wanted to struggle, but as soon as she moved, the Ning family thought that her uncle had hurt her and they all looked at her to blame him.
Now she finally understood clearly how favored the original owner was at home.
In this strange atmosphere, the group returned home.
The Ning family built a house at the east end of the village, leaning against the mountain and a bit out of the way. Fortunately, the village was small and only a quarter of an hour's walk away.
In the yard, a skinny little girl in tattered clothes was waiting eagerly. When she heard footsteps, she gritted her teeth, knocked her knees blue with a stone, and knelt on the ground.
After the door was opened, she knelt and took two steps forward, squeezed out a few drops of cat urine, and choked out, "Grandma, it's all my fault for not judging people well. That's why Sister Huanhuan has to suffer this. Please punish me severely!"
Old Lady Ning frowned, "Why are you kneeling? Stand up and talk."
The little girl was very stubborn. She shook her head and her shoulders began to tremble. "Grandma, I was really wrong! If you don't punish me, I will kneel down and never get up!"
"Then just kneel down!" Old Mrs. Ning didn't buy it.
She hated Ning Hong's temper the most. When Huanbao was little, she was fine except for her reluctance to get close to the Ning family. But ever since Huanbao was born, the girl had become like a ghost, lifeless all day long, with a sad face, as if she was owed a hundred or eighty yuan. And Old Lady Ning couldn't forget how Ning Hong would stare at the infant, her eyes fixed on him, a sinister look that made even a half-buried old woman like her shiver.
Later, she didn't want Ning Hong to get close to Huanbao.
But people are always careless. When Huanbao was two years old, Ning Hong pushed her into the river and she almost met the King of Hell. She was rescued later, but she had a high fever for a long time. After the fever subsided, she became what the villagers called a fool.
At that time, Ning Hong was just like now, kneeling on the ground to admit her mistake and saying that she was careless.
But no matter how careless he was, he wouldn't have cried out "Help" five or six minutes late. If his eldest daughter-in-law hadn't passed by, Huanbao would have drowned in the river.
Old Mrs. Ning didn't want to think so badly of the child, nor did she intend to torture her for it. From then on, she treated Ning Hong as a transparent person.
This time, too, Mrs. Zhu repeatedly came to the Ning family, saying she missed her granddaughter and wanted to take her home to stay for a few days. Everyone in the Ning family disagreed, but Ning Hong, after seeing how well Mrs. Zhu had raised Zhu Fugui, and how the villagers all praised her as a good person, and how she had personally witnessed Mrs. Zhu secretly crying over her granddaughter, finally agreed.
Unexpectedly, this time she almost never saw her lovely granddaughter again.
Seeing her grandmother pulling Ning Zhihuan and walking directly past her, Ning Hong clenched her fists, and her drooping face was full of ferocity.
Compared to Old Lady Ning's sensitivity, the other straight men in the Ning family clearly didn't think this matter had anything to do with Ning Hong. Although they weren't very close to this gloomy child, they couldn't bear to see her kneeling like this.
Uncle Ning waved his hand. "Dahong, get up. You must have been tricked by Old Lady Zhu. It's not your fault. By the way, how's your headache?"
He heard about Huanbao from his neighbors and was about to go to the mountains to call everyone over. Suddenly, Ning Hong had a headache and wouldn't let go of his hand. Furious, he knocked her unconscious and threw her on the bed. He told his wife to take care of her and then left.
Seeing Ning Hong's pale face, she felt a rare sense of guilt in her heart.
Ning Hong suppressed hatred in her eyes. When she raised her head, she looked pitiful again and said with a smirk, "Uncle, I'm fine. Saving my sister is more important."
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