Twins from the 1970s, if you disagree, I'll slap you.

Chapter 24 You should go to the market to buy a goose, right?

Sun Yanhua was delighted when Wang Erya came to her house and planned to cook something nice for dinner.

She took out a small cloth bag she kept close to her body, pulled out a few crumpled bills, and handed them to Lu Ye: "Xiao Ye, go to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy some vegetables."

Lu Ye didn't take the money; instead, he turned around and went into the inner room.

Now, his dimensional space is full of vegetables, and he has also accumulated quite a few eggs.

A moment later, he came out carrying a bulging cloth bag and said with a smile, "Aunt Sun, please keep the money. Today we went up the mountain and were lucky enough to dig up some valuable herbs, which we exchanged for money in town."

"And I also bought a lot of groceries and eggs on the way."

Looking at all those vegetables on the ground, and even more than a dozen eggs.

Sun Yanhua was stunned for a moment, then said with heartache, "You child! Why did you buy so much! How much money is this! We can't live like this!"

"Aunt Sun, since we've already bought everything, and Er Ya is here too, let's treat ourselves to something nice today!"

"Okay! I'll go cook."

Although she felt bad about spending the money, Sun Yanhua didn't mind when she thought about feeding her three children.

Then he turned around and patted Er Ya's head: "Er Ya, you must eat more today."

"Mmm!" Wang Erya nodded vigorously, a light and cheerful smile appearing on her face for the first time at her age.

That night, Wang Erya snuggled into Aunt Sun's warm bed, listening to Aunt Sun's even breathing, and her nerves, which had been tense for many years, finally relaxed.

This was the most restful night she had ever slept, and there was even a faint smile on her lips.

Early the next morning.

A commotion of shouting and cursing came from outside the gate, waking Sun Yanhua and her family.

"Wang Erya! You brat, get out here right now!"

"You can run away from us, but you can't hide forever! Once you've taken our money, you're part of our family!"

"Open the door! If you don't open the door, I'll smash it down!"

Lu Ye was the first to wake up, his eyes instantly clearing.

He knew this day would come sooner or later, and Zhou Xiaoqin would definitely not give up so easily.

Chen Dachuan cursed, put on his clothes, and rushed out.

Sun Yanhua quickly shielded the trembling Wang Erya behind her and followed her to the door.

Upon opening the door, a young man stood before it, looking somewhat abnormal.

His eyes were slanted, drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and one of his hands was hunched over and couldn't be straightened.

Lu Ye's eyes turned cold, and he understood: It really was that idiot from Zhang Laosan's family in the next village.

Beside the fool stood a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man with shrewd eyes.

This person is Zhang Laosan, the father of the idiot.

To the side stood Zhou Xiaoqin, her face still bruised and swollen, and her cowardly husband, Wang Tiegang.

As soon as Zhou Xiaoqin saw the door open, especially when she saw Wang Erya hiding behind Sun Yanhua, her eyes immediately flashed with malice.

She shrieked, "Wang Erya! You heartless, worthless wretch! Did you see that? Your man is here to pick you up!"

"Get over here right now and go back to your wedding! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Zhang Laosan stepped forward, grinning with his yellow teeth, waving a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, spitting as he spoke: "It's all in black and white! Your parents have already accepted the 50 yuan bride price, and they even put their fingerprints on it!"

"Now, you, Wang Erya, are my Zhang family's betrothed. Come with me now!"

He reached out to pull her.

Wang Erya's face turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color.

She gripped Sun Yanhua's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white, her small body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

The warmth of the bed last night, Aunt Sun's gentle touch, and that rare, satisfying meal.

It was all so beautiful, like a fleeting dream, and it all vanished too quickly.

Am I only worthy of this one night?

What welled up in my heart was not anger, but a kind of numb sorrow and deep despair.

Just as Wang Erya was about to resign herself to her fate, Chen Dachuan strode forward, his mountain-like body blocking the way, and started cursing at Zhou Xiaoqin and Zhang Laosan.

"You sell your daughter for money, and you still have the nerve to yell here? What a load of crap!"

"50 yuan?! You fucking...never seen money before?"

"Er Ya is a person, a living, breathing person! Do you think she's going to a market to buy a goose?"

"With me here today, Er Ya can't take anyone away!"

Zhang Laosan was no pushover either, and perhaps he hadn't yet been slapped by Chen Dachuan. He retorted confidently, "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to detain people like this?"

"The Wang family didn't say anything, so why are you meddling in their business?"

"I've already paid the money. Now, Wang Erya is a member of my Zhang family!"

"Hand them over right now, or I'll report it to the community security team, or even take it to the county government!"

Zhou Xiaoqin, hands on her hips and relying on Zhang Laosan's presence, stood behind him and jumped up and down, cursing, "Chen Dachuan! Who do you think you are? This is a family matter for the Wang family! I'm her biological mother! I decide her marriage!"

"Arranged marriages by parents and matchmakers are a matter of course! What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere? Who do you think you are?"

"Let me tell you, she's a member of the Zhang family now, and she'll be a Zhang family ghost in the end!"

In her heart, she sneered: Hmph! Didn't you, Chen Dachuan, say you had a mental illness?

Then I'll find an idiot to deal with you!

A mentally ill person and an idiot, let them fight each other!

Zhang Laosan chimed in with a sinister tone, "That's right! Our paperwork is complete, legal, and reasonable!"

"If your family continues to block us, it will be considered abduction of a woman and a violation of the freedom of marriage!"

"We're in the right no matter where you sue! Hand them over right now, and we'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

He glanced at his drooling, dim-witted son, his tone laced with threat, and added, "Hmph! Otherwise, let my son go up and 'invite' her himself. He's not very careful; if he bumps into something, don't blame us!"

"Freedom of marriage, my foot!" Lu Ye couldn't help but sneer. "Arranged marriage sounds so noble to you! What's the difference between you and human traffickers now?!"

Zhou Xiaoqin ignored all of that and threw a tantrum, saying, "Stop talking nonsense! My daughter is mine, and I can let her marry whomever I want!"

"Our ancestors have lived this way for thousands of years! You're just a kid who hasn't even grown a beard yet, what do you know!"

"That's right! This person must be taken away today!" Zhang Laosan's eyes darted around, and he shoved his drooling, simple-minded son forward. "Go! Son! That's your wife! Drag her home!"

The fool grinned and let out a muffled "hehe" laugh, his dirty hands reaching straight towards Wang Erya.

Zhang Laosan scoffed to himself: My son isn't quite right in the head. No matter how capable you are, do you think you can argue with a fool?

As the distorted, lifeless face drew closer, Wang Erya was terrified and desperately shrank behind Sun Yanhua.

If she were to marry this idiot, she probably wouldn't be able to survive a single day.

"Get out of my way!"

Chen Dachuan went up, glanced at the idiot's face, swung his hand in a wide arc, and hurled it with a whoosh.

Snapped!

A crisp crack, a solid hit!

The idiot was already unsteady on his feet, and after that slap, he spun half a circle on the spot, tilted his head, and bumped his head on Zhang Laosan's forehead.

Boom!

Their heads made intimate contact.

Judging from that muffled thud, the melon was indeed not ripe.

Just like picking a watermelon, this voice sounds like a greenhorn.