Ni Yang walked along a mountain trail with a small bamboo basket slung on her back.
She encountered quite a few villagers along the way.
She politely greeted each one of them.
She addressed the slightly older ones as uncles and aunts, and the elders as grandpas and grandmas.
Who doesn't love a sweet-talking young girl? Especially, one who is as pretty as Ni Yang.
As soon as Ni Yang was out of sight, the villagers immediately began to gossip.
"Don't be fooled by her youthful appearance. She's quite capable. I heard she saved Meifeng's child when a ghost took possession."
"What ghost? I heard it was epilepsy."
"If Zhenzhen was half as sensible as her, I'd be content."
An angular-faced, short-haired woman with a sarcastic manner chimed in: "Of course, she's capable. Otherwise, how could she afford a Phoenix-brand bicycle?"
Upon hearing this, everyone else's expression immediately changed.
Yes.
