Chapter 150: Chapter 146: A Day Trip to the County Scrap Yard

“Aunt, I’m feeling anxious.”

Matchmaker Zhou looked at Zhou Wei and felt dissatisfied. This niece was beautiful, but she couldn’t keep her composure.

But upon second thought, feeling anxious was normal.

She understood Song Shilan’s personality after dealing with her over the years: bold and reckless.

Whenever something happened, she would finish it in one go rather than dragging it out.

Would she really dawdle when it came to her son’s marriage?

Impossible. The more she thought about it, the more restless she became.

“Aunt~”

Matchmaker Zhou frowned, “Alright, alright, stop calling me. I know.”

Zhou Wei noticed Matchmaker Zhou’s expression and felt impatient. She was old, after all, with no decisiveness left. It’s such a small matter; why hesitate?

If she wanted something, she should just take it.

She wouldn’t shy away from using any means to achieve her goals.

“Why don’t we do it the way I suggested?”

Matchmaker Zhou thought of Zhou Wei’s method, “Let me think about it more.”

“Aunt, what are you still hesitating for?”

Matchmaker Zhou cursed inwardly. This was about using her own reputation to do unpleasant things, ruining her name.

“I’ll give you fifty bucks of the dowry money, and during the holidays, I’ll treat you like my own mother…”

Coercing and enticing, Zhou Wei’s words were like Medusa’s whispers.

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Upon arriving in town, the group dispersed, agreeing to meet at the town gate at 2 p.m.

Hongguo happily ran with Wen Ran.

Whispers were heard behind them.

“Oh my, this young intellectual has no idea what she’s thinking, picking a little girl from the mountains and treating her like treasure,”

The old lady in a tattered jacket spoke sourly, “Look at those clothes; even our Bao Zhu hasn’t worn them.”

“Exactly, women who act like that will only get beaten up after marriage, all bruised and battered. Doesn’t know how to live a life, tut-tut-tut. Whoever marries her is really cursed for eight generations!”

Wen Ran, walking ahead: “?”

Unbelievable, these old women.

They really are gossipers!

Wen Ran stopped, turned around, and smiled at them.

Gossipy old lady: “?”

Oh dear!

Despite speaking so softly, she heard it?

Thinking about Wen Ran’s fierceness, she felt a bit panicked. With people all around, surely she wouldn’t hit anyone, right?

Huh?

“Gossipy old hag!” Wen Ran’s voice was loud, crisp, and delightful, like a songbird.

She didn’t hold back at all.

“Another word, and who knows who will be bruised? But someone might end up with lumps all over!”

The old women cowered, not daring to utter a word.

Wen Ran, leading Hongguo, asked around until she found the scrapyard. Along the way, she saw a honey chestnut vendor.

With a small basket, the vendor sneakily attracted customers.

Wen Ran, smelling the sweet fragrance, bought them all.

The sisters were munching away, arrived at the scrapyard, and bribed the gatekeeper with a dime. Not even a raise of the eyebrows.

“Sir?” Wen Ran wasn’t sure; she wondered if the bribe was too small.

“We two sisters want to find some newspapers to cover the windows.”

The old man raised his eyelids slowly, “You aren’t sincere!”

Wen Ran: “?”

A dime isn’t sincere?

Eggs are three cents each; this could buy three eggs.

He sniffed, cleared his throat, “What’s that smell? It’s really sweet.”

Wen Ran: “…”

Could have said sooner.

She pulled out a handful of honey chestnuts and handed them to the old man, “We want…”

The old man replied instantly, “Pick whatever, of course, but don’t take things you shouldn’t.”

“Got it.”

A lot of people had come here to treasure hunt, using newspaper-picking as an excuse; the old man assumed the sisters had the same goal.

Busy munching chestnuts, he craned his neck like a goose to watch.

Eventually realized that the sisters were honestly picking newspapers, his curiosity vanished.

Never mind, keep eating chestnuts.

Oh dear, so tasty.

“Sis?”

Hongguo looked excited and whispered, “This is a medical book!”

The scrapyard lived up to its name, filled with junk. Books, wood, and various broken items were sorted semi-neatly, resembling chaos with a hint of order.

Wen Ran had sifted through and found a pile of clean newspapers; just as she placed them down, she heard Hongguo’s excited voice.

She glanced over, the medical book was in tatters; the front two pages were missing, even stained with mud.

It’s worthless, especially forbidden from browsing.

Wen Ran nonchalantly, “Give it to me.”

Hongguo held the medical book, torn between eagerness and hesitation, “Sis, maybe we should forget it.”

Books were plentiful now; taking this out could trouble her sister.

If the gatekeeper found out…

“Tsk,” Wen Ran raised an eyebrow, “Hurry up.”

“No,” Hongguo shook her head, “I don’t want it.”

“Ugh, you’re stubborn,” Wen Ran felt assured but pretended to scold, “When I say give it to me, you give it, quickly.”

Facing Wen Ran’s calm eyes, Hongguo felt reassured.

Perhaps her sister was indeed remarkable.

Wen Ran knew how to avoid getting caught and secretly hid the medical book in a dimension while Hongguo was distracted.

She continued searching, taking anything related to medicine.

Later on, she’d pass them to Hongguo.

They collected a stack of newspapers and found some other books. Hongguo carefully flattened the pages and put them away, working for half an hour.

The gatekeeper strolled over, “Not done yet?”

Wen Ran saw the chestnut crumbs at the corner of his mouth and suspected he wanted more chestnuts.

After a moment, “Hey, I have another handful, want some?”

The old man: “…I’m not that greedy.”

“Not eating?”

“Well, a little more?”

With the new chestnuts, the old man gleefully ran to the gate, cracking and munching shells, savoring each bite.

Hongguo wiped her sweat, about to tell Wen Ran she’d had enough.

Standing up, she turned, and fell headfirst.

Wen Ran lifted her by the collar, “What are you doing?”

Hongguo blinked innocently, “Tripped over something.”

After letting Hongguo steady herself, Wen Ran pulled out the object that tripped her.

A dusty stand, meant for holding washbasins.

But…

After weighing it, it felt off.

Wen Ran suddenly thought of treasure hunters coming to the scrapyard. Her eyes flashed as the old man hurriedly came in, “What happened?”

“What happened,” Wen Ran unchanged, grabbed the stand and complained, “Sir, tidy this stuff, it’s a mess; my sister fell because of it.

Almost turned her into a fool!”

The old man chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed.

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