Chapter 5: The old thing that deceives the public with its deceitful words

Song Haier reached out and grabbed the pearls in her hand, coldly looking at the villagers who were drooling.

At this moment, an old voice came from behind the crowd.

"Yes, my granddaughter has been sent to the Dragon King, and the one in front of us must be a monster. Not only do you want to harm the people in the village, but you also want to take away the village's belongings. You are truly wicked. If you obediently hand over these pearls, maybe I will spare you for the sake of my granddaughter. If you don't listen, we will burn you, monster."

The speaker was a slightly plump old lady with triangular eyes and high cheekbones, clearly not a good person.

This person was the original owner's grandmother, Li Guizhen.

Everything started because of her, and seeing her face, Song Haier felt an indescribable disgust.

"How do you know I'm a monster? Did you see it with your own eyes? You sold your granddaughter for silver, and now you're making up lies for a few pearls. Can you face your dead son? If it weren't for your greed, my mother and your son wouldn't have fallen into the sea. After they died, you not only didn't feel guilty, but also took over his house. That's one thing, but you can't even tolerate his only daughter. Do you really believe in ghosts and gods? Aren't you afraid that your son and daughter-in-law will come back to seek revenge?"

Song Haier's words were fierce, and it made Song's old lady break out in a sweat.

The truth was just that. If it weren't for her greed, the couple wouldn't have died. Even though she felt guilty, she justified it by saying that they were short-lived. So many people went to catch crabs, why did they happen to encounter a storm? Who could she blame?

"What do I have to be afraid of? My eldest son is my son. Even if he dies for me, it's to repay my nurturing. You, a little brat, still want to settle scores with me. Do you even know what respect and etiquette are?"

The old lady's words almost made Song Haier laugh. This selfish old woman, why didn't the heavens take her away?

"You, an old hag who harms her son and granddaughter, are you worthy to talk about respect and etiquette? Do you even know how to write the word 'respect' or 'etiquette'? You're just a scum."

Although Song's old lady didn't know what scum meant, she could tell from Song Haier's expression that she was being insulted. She immediately raised her hand to slap Song Haier.

Just as Song Haier was about to strike back, a tall figure had already stepped in front of her.

"Mrs. Song, don't bully others just because you're old. Song Haier is not a monster, and the pearls don't belong to the village. I hope you all stop causing trouble and leave immediately, don't push it too far."

The person speaking had a clear and resolute voice, undoubtedly Wang Yunzhao.

Wang Yunzhao was now furious, and he stopped Mrs. Song's hand and pushed her aside.

The villagers were at a loss for how to deal with Wang Yunzhao, but Mrs. Song stumbled and immediately took advantage of the situation.

"Wang brat, how dare you hit an old person? You're just a bastard who was born without a mother."

"You little bastard, do you think our village has no one left? How dare you bully us."

"If you don't want to die, hand over the pearls, or I'll throw your siblings into the sea."

One person made a move to grab Xiaohua, and Song Haier kicked him away, then pulled the two children behind her.

Her hair was flying, and she looked coldly at the crowd.

Her eyes were like ice, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

She said one sentence at a time, "Today, anyone who dares to make a move, I will bury their whole family with this shed."

The crowd involuntarily took a step back, but no one wanted to leave. Those were over fifty pearls, each not much smaller than a quail egg. With such good quality, even one could be sold for a few hundred taels of silver, let alone over fifty. It could make anyone a landlord in no time.

Song Er's eyes were red, and he stood behind the crowd, glaring at Song Haier, saying loudly, "Don't be afraid, even if she's strong, she's just one person. Let's all go together. We all have a share of these pearls, we can't let them take them for themselves."

These people were already extremely envious. When they heard this, they immediately rushed forward, shouting and screaming.

Wang Yunzhao was both angry and resentful, so he grabbed a broken bowl and threw it.

Song Haier had had enough, and seeing these people eyeing her pearls, she became even more furious. In close combat, she was strong, and within five minutes, she had knocked down over a dozen strong men.

Seeing that there was no one standing by her side, Mrs. Song shouted to the ground, "Get up, all of you, help the old men, can't you even beat a little girl? Are you ashamed?"

Before she finished speaking, there was a crisp sound, and she was slapped away.

Song Haier took a step and walked up to her, grabbed her collar, and lifted her up.

"You old witch who deceives people, I was going to give you some face because of your age, but since you have no shame, don't blame me for being rude."

In the midst of the conversation, there was a sudden sound of slaps, and Mrs. Song was left disheveled and missing two front teeth after being hit.

"Ah, you little beast, how dare you hit your grandmother!"

Song Haier sneered and said, "You said I was a monster, so where is my grandmother?"

With a swift motion, he slammed her hard to the ground.

Mrs. Song was knocked unconscious on the spot, and in the meantime, Song's second son had already disappeared.

Looking at the mess of people crying and shouting, Song Haier coldly said, "Miss, I'm going to sell pearls now. If I come back and find this shack gone, all of you who came here can expect to be skinned and have your tendons pulled out."

After speaking, he picked up the two children and said to the stunned Wang Yunzhao, "Let's go."

The two children were subdued by Song Haier's imposing manner and didn't dare to speak. Half an hour later, the younger brother couldn't hold back any longer.

He cautiously tugged at Song Haier's collar and said, "Sister Haier, can you teach me martial arts?"

Song Haier was pondering how to break the awkward atmosphere and immediately asked with a smile, "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

The younger brother clenched his little fists and said indignantly, "I want to avenge my parents."