Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1124 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 19

Lingyao didn't ask any further questions after hearing this. Anyway, she had already bought him the clothes, so he could wear them whenever he wanted.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Lingyao went back to her room and picked up the silk bag to check it; it was still empty.

Yesterday afternoon, around 3 p.m., Lingyao took the fabric out of the bag. Now, she picks up the bag every now and then to check if the fabric has been refreshed and how often it is refreshed.

After she finished washing up, she took the pastries she had bought in town to the brigade leader's house.

He returned quickly with the completed letter of introduction.

When they arrived home, Jiang Jianping rushed to her.

"Sis, when I went out for a walk just now, I saw Chen's little stutterer. He asked me to tell you that he's selling pork this afternoon and that you can pick it up from him when you have time. If you don't have time, he'll bring it back to you later."

Upon hearing this, Lingyao glanced at Jiang Jianping.

"Doesn't it have a name?"

Jiang Jianping immediately shut his mouth after being coldly reprimanded by his older sister. He had only heard the villagers call him that before.

He didn't know what else to call him besides that.

Jiang Jianping hesitated for a long time, then, looking at his older sister's expression, he tentatively uttered a sentence.

"Then I'll call you Brother Ping An?"

Lingyao gave a slow and deliberate "hmm," then turned and left, leaving Jiang Jianping with a thought-provoking back view.

Her God of Wealth? Is that someone any little brat can bully? That's ridiculous!

Lingyao had nothing to do today, so she went to the place where Chen Ping'an usually sold pork.

As usual, there was a long queue at that place today. Normally, you have to spend money on meat coupons and transportation fees to buy meat in town.

Moreover, villagers usually can't buy good meat when they travel to town; the good meat is all bought up by the locals.

Among the people queuing this time were still those same thugs who cheated last time. These thugs were either broke or on credit, and they were haggling so hard they were practically cutting off a major artery.

Others bought the meat from Chen Ping'an at a low price and then resold it to people from other villages who came but couldn't buy any meat.

As Lingyao walked over, the thugs exchanged smirks, and two of them even whistled at her.

Of course, they wouldn't dare do anything in broad daylight, since the crackdown on hooliganism has been severe these past two years, and anyone caught doing it could easily end up in jail or be shot.

It must be said that this rule was quite good, but in later generations...

It was obvious that these people who dared to whistle at Ling Yao didn't recognize who was walking over.

Lingyao was wearing a purple top and jeans today, and her hair was tied in a convenient side ponytail, but unlike people in this era who are used to tying their hair up tightly.

She casually tied her hair up, and a long, thick braid fell to her shoulder.

Lingyao walked straight from the long queue to Chen Ping'an's pork stall.

The aunties who were just a few steps ahead of the stall immediately spoke up in dissatisfaction when they saw Lingyao walk straight up to them.

"Whose daughter is this? There are people queuing up behind her, can't you see? Even if you're pretty, you can't cut in line. They've been queuing all morning."

As she spoke, the aunt rolled her eyes.

This young lady is wearing clothes that expose her neck and arms. What can she possibly be covering up? And she's cutting in line!

These young people these days are becoming increasingly unruly.

Chen Ping'an looked up when he heard this and saw Ling Yao smile shyly before waving her hand at the aunt in front of her who was rolling her eyes.

"No, no, it was agreed that it would be done in advance."

When Chen Ping'an said that it was agreed beforehand, his aunt still snorted with dissatisfaction: "That's not right of you, Ping'an. If you're going to say that to everyone in the future, then you shouldn't make us stand in line here. I still need to go back and cook. You're wasting our time here."

Hearing what his aunt said, the people standing behind her echoed her sentiments.

Normally, it's perfectly acceptable to sell meat in advance to someone you have a good relationship with, or to reserve some for them. But it's not acceptable to bring this up in public.

We're all from the same village, after all. You left some for her, why can't you leave some for me?

unless......

"Ping An, you left some meat for her. Is this your girlfriend? You stuttering little thing already has a girlfriend? This girl looks familiar. Who is she? She's quite pretty. Do you think her family would be interested in you?"

Another older woman glanced at Ling Yao and Chen Ping'an and laughed, and the people around them laughed along with her.

The shyness and bashfulness that Chen Ping'an had shown when he saw Ling Yao vanished instantly.

He silently lowered his head, using the knife in his hand to cut the meat beneath him, his lips falling in a straight line.

They knew it without him saying it.

He knew he didn't deserve it.

They couldn't even speak properly, and their family was poor and had a hard life.

He never thought about anything happening between them; he just wanted to be friends. Being friends was enough. Was that not allowed?

Lingyao stepped forward, took another knife from the cutting board, and slammed it on the table.

"What's it to you? If you're not going to buy it, then get lost."

Ling Yao's eyes were icy, her tone sharp, and she looked at the people in front of her in the queue without any politeness.

The women in front of her were startled when Lingyao slammed the knife onto the chopping board with a loud thud. They trembled, clutched their chests, and took a step back.

Looking into Lingyao's eyes, for some reason, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

However, considering there were so many people behind them, the man didn't dare to do anything to them.

So he leaned back and questioned Lingyao.

"Who are you? We're talking to Ping An, the village head. What's it to you? Mind your own business! What, you trying to scare us with a knife? We'll report you to the authorities..."

However, he spoke very nervously about the last few words.

Chen Ping'an didn't react much when they said it, since he had heard such things since he was a child.

They said he had a stutter and his family was poor, so he wouldn't be able to find a wife.

It is said that he was abandoned by his family because of his stutter. It is because Old Mrs. Chen had no children or husband and no one to rely on, so she took him in to raise him, hoping to have someone to depend on.

Otherwise, he would have starved to death long ago.

But now, upon hearing his aunt mention Lingyao, he stopped cutting the meat.

Look at the aunties in the front row who are still making sarcastic remarks about Lingyao having no right to interfere.

Even his voice was much louder than before when he opened his mouth.

Surprisingly, he didn't stutter as much as before, and his voice was clear and resonant.

"I won't sell! I won't sell to you! Get out!"

As he spoke, Chen Ping'an took out the meat that had been wrapped up for the first aunt in line, put it back on the cutting board, and put away the knife.