Transmigrating with a Five Million Dollar Retirement Life

Chapter 168 The Strange Woman

As life has improved in recent years and money has increased, Song Jiaojiao has never skimped on food and clothing.

Even the men's clothing worn outside was made of silk, a dark robe that shimmered with gold in the sunlight, clearly indicating wealth and nobility. The child beside him was also dressed in fine clothes; although there were no excessive decorations on his head, his jacket was embroidered with flowers, and anyone with eyes could see the extraordinary nature of his attire.

With the maids around him, although not overly luxurious, their clothes still looked much better than those of a peasant.

The woman kneeling on the ground gave a wink to the crowd with a golden glint in her eyes.

“Young master, you must be a very kind person. This woman is so pitiful. Why don’t you do something kind and help her?”

An old woman dressed as a woman spoke to Song Jiaojiao.

"Yes, yes, as soon as you see that you come from an extraordinary background, this little matter is nothing to you."

"Yes, yes, young master, please have pity on this woman and buy her."

As these people continued their charade, more and more people gathered around, making it impossible for Song Jiaojiao to get out.

Shang Xiaoxiao knew she had made a mistake and was desperately trying to protect her master, but how could a woman be a match for this group of people?

In particular, there were a few people taking advantage of the situation, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Song Jiaojiao and her group.

"Everyone, please make way. My daughter is still young. Even if I want to help her, I have to make arrangements for her first," Song Jiaojiao said loudly, her voice trembling.

"You all have children at home, so you should understand that children shouldn't see these things. I won't go out; I just ask that you let my maid take my daughter out first."

Everyone here has a wife and children at home, and it's true that if a child sees this, they'll definitely have nightmares at night, so they all started to make room for each other.

Seeing that everyone had made way, the few people in the crowd realized that they couldn't keep the person there by themselves. Seeing that Song Jiaojiao didn't move, they ignored the maid and the child.

"Xiaoxiao, take Miss back to the inn first and make arrangements for Xu Sen to come over," Song Jiaojiao whispered in Shang Xiaoxiao's ear.

Shang Xiaoxiao nodded and led Mu Xue out with difficulty. Once they reached an open space, they walked back to the inn without looking back.

Seeing the maid leave, the people in the crowd quickly gave a wink to someone opposite them, who nodded and followed her.

"Thank you for your great kindness, young master. After I have buried my father, I will follow you as your servant."

The woman said with a sob in her voice that she took advantage of the fact that the people around her had not yet dispersed, and that her accomplices were also dragging her away.

"You speak too soon, young lady. I never said I wanted to buy you," Song Jiaojiao said coldly with a stern face after Mu Xue left.

Regardless of whether the woman's sale to bury her father was true or not, being forced into this situation and having one's path blocked is something no one would be happy about.

"What do you mean by that, young master? Didn't you just agree to help this poor girl?" The old woman asked sharply as soon as she opened her mouth.

“I have never agreed to buy this person. Besides, I am just passing through Nanning County and I am still homeless. How could I delay the young lady’s future?”

Song Jiaojiao looked at the angry old woman in front of her, as if she would be making a huge mistake if she didn't buy the woman.

“Old woman, you are so kind-hearted. Why don’t you take her home and make arrangements for her funeral? That would be a good deed.”

Song Jiaojiao had just been blocked from leaving by the old woman in front of her, and the men behind her were also intentionally or unintentionally crowding towards her.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but look at my clothes, I’m covered in rags and I can barely afford to eat. How could I possibly have any extra money to help her? Young master, you’re clearly different from us. You’re not like us common folk. Is it really true, as the old saying goes, that the richer people are, the stingier they are?”

The old woman's last words immediately ignited the anger of those around her.

"I'd heard that the richer people are, the stingier they are, and today I've seen it for myself."

"That's right, they can't even spare the money for a cup of tea to help this woman."

“That’s right. Besides, it’s not a bad deal to buy this girl. She’s at the perfect age to blossom. Most rich young men have maids to warm their beds, but I think this girl is quite good.”

The topic was suddenly steered off course, and the woman on the ground quickly spoke up when she saw everyone talking about things that were getting further and further off track.

"Please, young master, help me. I am willing to serve you. I don't ask for much, just help me arrange my father's burial."

After the woman finished speaking, she immediately kowtowed to Song Jiaojiao. Her pitiful appearance made the onlookers' hearts clench.

"Helping you isn't out of the question, but you need to answer a few questions first." Song Jiaojiao knew this couldn't go on; one person can't fight against so many.

Now, the onlookers were all being led by the nose, and Song Jiaojiao found it difficult to extricate herself.

"Young master, please feel free to ask any questions. I will answer them to the best of my ability." After saying that, she glanced shyly at Song Jiaojiao.

Song Jiaojiao felt goosebumps all over her body from that look. If she were a man, it wouldn't matter, but the problem was that she wasn't.

"You said you were driven out of the village. Why did the villagers drive you out? Don't you have a house or land in the village? Since you've been driven out of the village, where do you plan to bury your father?"

Song Jiaojiao immediately asked three questions. Although the woman in front of her was wearing patched gray cloth clothes, her small hands were very well maintained, with pink fingertips and no dirt under her nails.

Her exposed skin was also snow-white, making her look nothing like someone who takes care of an only daughter who has been sick for many years.

“After learning of my father’s death, Wang Ermazi, a villager, tried to assault me. I refused and he turned the tables on me. The village chief, who was related to him, refused to listen to my explanation and had my father and me thrown out of the village. The land deed was also in Wang Ermazi’s hands. As a young woman, I had nowhere to seek justice. Seeing that my father had no place to rest after his death, I had no choice but to sell myself.”

The woman spoke while crying, and after she finished speaking, she looked up at Song Jiaojiao with her tear-streaked face, feeling helpless.

The onlookers were enraged by the woman's words.

"That Wang Ermazi is a real scoundrel. Isn't he bullying that orphan girl?"

"Yes, the village chief of Yunya Village is no good either; they're all snakes and rats in one nest."

"According to you, the villagers are chasing people away and seizing land. Why don't you report it to the authorities?"

Song Jiaojiao ignored what the people around her were saying and went straight to the heart of the problem.

“It’s not that I don’t want to report to the authorities, but I can’t even get into the yamen. The village chief’s nephew-in-law works as a yamen runner. I was driven away before I could even get close. I couldn’t get near him at all.”

The young woman spoke tearfully, but her lowered head revealed a fierce expression.