Chapter 3： Selling your son for your sake?

An Jiuyue spent all her silver taels on her body, bought a coffin in the town, and begged people in the village to help her to bury her godfather.

From then on, there were only orphans and widows left in the family to live, and the original owner could not hunt, so he could only cut flowers in half with a copper plate, and planted vegetables and food near the hunting house. .

However, when orphans and widows live in one place, the original owner is easy to be bullied no matter how they look at it. Naturally, there will be people with bad intentions, such as that Aunt Wang.

If she has sons and daughters, grandsons and grandsons, she still wants to sell her son with empty gloves, and then swallow all the money herself, and she is not afraid of choking herself to death!

"Jiuyue, how can you say that?"

Aunt Wang pushed An Jiuyue down before, causing her to kowtow to her head and was afraid.

But now that I saw that she had woken up and could speak, all the fear in my heart had disappeared, and after hearing that she was unwilling to sell her son, she almost went up to her Rong'er snatched it directly.

"You promised well before, but now I've contacted you, how can you not sell it? Bring me this little thing, and your mother has already sold you to... Ouch! Ouch!"

The thief's claw she stretched out towards Rong'er was directly pinched by An Jiuyue, causing her to scream in pain.

"Release, An Jiuyue... release!"

Her face turned pale, her other hand wanted to slap An Jiuyue's small hand holding her wrist, but An Jiuyue's other hand slapped it away with force.

"I promised well?"

An Jiuyue's eyes were light, looking at Aunt Wang who was close at hand, a sinister smile slowly evoked the corners of her mouth.

"Aunt Wang, I called you Aunt Wang, that's being polite to you, do you really consider yourself a person? We've never heard of people selling children and daughters in Anjia Village. That's a vicious thing that will be struck by lightning. Son, you did a great job!

You want to do it yourself, and no one will stop you from selling children and women. You are better. Your grandson is reluctant to sell, but he hit me with his idea?

My child, are you able to make up your mind?

Don't forget what my father does. Do you really think that if my father is gone, no one will inherit his craftsmanship? I have followed my father for so many years, not to mention turning over the mountain, but killing a chicken and slaughtering a monkey is still possible.

Aunt Wang, do you want to leave me here to try and see if the knives my father left behind are still sharp? Ok? "

After she finished speaking, she threw Aunt Wang's hand away.

"you you…"

Aunt Wang was told by her a few words that she almost urinated with fright, and following her swinging movements, one of her feet didn't stand firm, and she was almost thrown and hit the wall.

If you want to scold someone, you don't even dare to say a word.

She knew that the little girl's father, Antu, was a famous hunter in their Anjia Village. There is no guy on the mountain that he can't beat.

It's only in the past few years that people have grown old and can't move anything, so he said in the mouth of the beast, and lost his life.

It was precisely because Antu was gone, that she watched An Jiuyue's movie about a girl, and she also brought two little girls with her. At first glance, it was easy to bully, so she came to her.

How do you know, this little girl's hands are so strong that she is about to break her wrist.

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