Sturdy Countryside: Lord, Please Blow The Lamp

"You don't know how bad Er Gazi said when he came here. If the whole village says that about us, what will happen?"

What Sang Jinghong was most worried about was being told about it. Although there were enough rumors and gossips, if there was one thing that could be missed, one thing would be missed.

"Grandma, can we still be drowned by other people's spittle? If it's true that people can't survive after a few words, people like An Zaicai will have nothing but a pile of bones left." Xia Bei Bei would never agree to sell the land again.

Not to mention how the folks will live the next few months after the land is sold, even for herself, she will not sell the land again.

"They want to buy land, they can go to the village chief to buy it, what does it matter to me?"

"Jiu Niang, you don't know how expensive the land in the village chief's hand is, two taels of silver per mu, how can you buy how many acres of land with the little money in everyone's hands?" Sang Jinghong frowned and said.

Two taels of silver and one mu of land, how much land can the court's disaster relief money buy? I have to keep some silver in my hand to live.

"Then grandma thinks that we bought the land after hard work, and then returned it to others intact? Why?" Xia Beibei asked her back.

If she, Xia Beibei, is so talkative, people do business, buy and sell, and make a profit, what about her? Do good deeds?

For the sake of those ungrateful people, let her be a good person? Is there such a possibility?

"Then what else do you want?" Sang Jinghong asked her in displeasure.

They are all from the folks in the village, do you still care about them asking for money? She didn't have the face to ask for it.

"..." Xia Beibei took a deep breath, thinking that such a grandma was really unreasonable, but she had nothing to do with her.

"Jiu Niang, go and get the land deed. I'll send it to Er Gazi and the others tomorrow, and get the money back." Seeing that she was silent, Sang Jinghong thought she agreed, and said.

"Grandma, I've already said this, it's impossible." Xia Beibei flatly refused.

She, Xia Beibei, is not a philanthropist, and she can't do things that are only for the sake of others.

"Jiu Niang, you child, why don't you make sense?" Seeing that she still disagreed, Sang Jinghong frowned and said angrily.

"The folks in the village, no matter what, they are your elders, and they treat you well on weekdays. You have to look at their face, Jiu Niang."

"Face?" Xia Beibei sneered, thinking that these two words, coming out of grandma's mouth, were a big joke, "Grandma, I want to give you the face you mentioned, but those people, want to give it to me?" Can you afford it?"

She pointed to the door and said loudly.

"Why can't I afford it?" Sang Jinghong was angry when she saw that she was talking all kinds of things, and she didn't agree to take out the land deed. She said sharply to her, "I'm your grandma, and I want you to take out the land deed."

"Even if you were my grandma, I wouldn't show it." Who is Xia Beibei, how could she be so obedient, even her own grandma, she would not agree to such unreasonable words.

Is it possible to let her spit out the thing in her hand so easily?

Was Xia Beibei so easy to bully when she was her?

Once, there will be a second time, and it may change to countless times in the future. If she is not tougher, she, Xia Beibei, will really become a weak and deceitful person.