Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1173 - 1083: The Lady Minister (21)

Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang had unpleasant expressions, and Yin Zheng snorted coldly, "When has that family ever been kind to us? It’s not a possibility that they’re up to something bad; they definitely have some evil intentions."

Unable to control himself, Yin Zheng clenched his chopsticks tightly, feeling agitated. Even though this household was no longer related to them, just mentioning them still made him feel uneasy and frustrated.

Seeing his second brother and sister-in-law looking distressed, Yin An’s face couldn’t help but tense up as well. The chicken that used to taste sweet now seemed bland.

Although he had left that family less than two months ago, life now was too blissful, making him truly afraid of returning to the past. That fear caused his heart to palpitate whenever he heard any name from that family.

Yin Shuangshuang noticed everyone’s ugly expressions and couldn’t help but interject, "Even if they want to think of some evil intentions, there’s nothing to fear. We can just avoid them in the future, especially since we’ve already signed the severing ties agreement, so their family is just strangers to us now.

The worst they can do is come after our money, but since we have no ties with them now, who can claim anything? Besides, the people in the village are on our side, and their reputation is already terrible. No one will speak up for them, and if they want to take advantage of us, they have only two tricks.

One is emotionally disgusting, using family bonds to bind us. We can talk about this since he once drove you, Dad, to a dead end. If it comes to it, you can complain to the village chief, who surely won’t ignore it.

The other is to use force by either robbing or stealing from us. That’s easier to handle. If they dare to use force, just shout to gather the villagers. Then we can either report them to the authorities or ask the village chief to mediate, and we would be right. Maybe we could even get the villagers to publicly drive them out, and then we’d have complete peace."

Yin Zheng, Mrs. Wang, and Yin An shared a look after Yin Shuangshuang spoke, and their worries dissipated. Thinking about it, that’s just how it is; there’s nothing worth worrying about.

"Shuangshuang is right. We don’t need to worry about this. If they dare come to rob us, it might actually be a good thing for us, as it could be an opportunity to drive them out of the village, so we don’t always have people staring at us like wolves."

Finally, Yin Zheng made the decision, "Let’s eat. Our main focus now is living our lives well. Those people are just irritating like frogs jumping on our ankles."

At the village chief’s house, the village chief and his son, Yin Tianqi, were enjoying themselves playing chess and drinking tea. The tea was a good one from Yin Zheng, more fragrant than the usual coarse tea.

The village chief’s wife, Mrs. Ding, and her eldest daughter-in-law, also Yin Tianqi’s wife, Little Ding, were sitting on the side chatting leisurely. They were discussing the golden hairpin in their hands while talking about Yin Zheng’s family.

Little Ding and her mother-in-law, Mrs. Ding, shared the same surname purely by chance, not blood, but perhaps because of the shared name, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law got along well.

"Truly, fortunes change. Who could have thought that Shuangshuang’s girl would have such capability, supporting a whole family on her own."

"Not only did she repay all those usurious debts herself, but she was also able to build a big house for the family. Their family has truly seen their hardships come to an end," Little Ding sighed deeply.

Mrs. Ding lovingly stroked the golden thread hairpin in her hand, "This child, Yin Zheng, is grateful, a good one. This hairpin is quite expensive, and although the villagers don’t know, I saw it when I was young, preparing dowry with my mother.

A hairpin this exquisite wouldn’t cost less than two hundred taels of silver. Our family’s help wasn’t worth a gift of such value, but they are grateful to us. We must remember their kindness. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Speaking of which, I still remember that child being very filial when he was young, treating his parents very well, but what happened in the end? That Old Man Yin went too far, being so biased that he was uniquely infamous in the surrounding villages. That child was truly hurt."

Yin Tianqi, while playing chess, casually chimed in, "That’s throwing away a watermelon for a sesame seed, driving away a talented child and forcing them to the point of no return, completely offending them.

And then, what does the treasure they hold in their palm turn out to be? That treasure fled with the family’s money, living carefree elsewhere.

Mrs. Zhao is horribly confused, still believing her son to be good. It’s clear her son is unfilial, yet she vents her anger on her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Feng, tormenting her every day. That family truly is wicked, a case of an evil person getting what they deserve."

As they were chatting idly, Yin Tianqi’s youngest daughter, Yin Bao’er, came running in with a piece of snack from Yin Zheng, crumbs all over her mouth.

Running with small steps to the village chief, she said in a childish voice, "Grandpa, I just saw that bad grandpa who drove Uncle Yin Zheng away coming to our house. He’s almost at the door."

Yin Bao’er was young, only six years old. Although she didn’t receive as much affection at home as Yin Shuangshuang, she was still the apple of her parents’ eye.

Yin Zheng adored Yin Bao’er, treating her very well whenever he came to the village chief’s house, sometimes bringing her snacks.

Yin Bao’er really liked Uncle Yin Zheng, and although adults didn’t avoid talking in front of her, she overheard bits and pieces about Yin Zheng’s family.

She didn’t understand much else, but she picked up that her beloved Uncle Yin had been bullied by Old Man Yin. Thus, in her heart, she saw the Old Man as a villain, thinking that reporting to her grandpa might get the villain driven out.

When the village chief heard Old Man Yin was coming, his eyelids began to twitch. He truly didn’t welcome him, feeling he wouldn’t be up to any good.

Before the village chief could figure out why Old Man Yin was coming, he was already at the doorstep of the village chief’s house.

Old Man Yin didn’t come empty-handed; he carried two bunches of vegetables dug from his garden.

The village chief’s brows furrowed, thinking to himself about the abundance of vegetables in his garden, the best grown in the village. Who would miss eating yours?

Old Master Yin put down the vegetables and sat in front of the village chief, starting to talk about this and that, never getting to the point.

The village chief hummed and hawed, answering half-heartedly, thinking that Old Man Yin would leave out of boredom soon, though he knew it was unlikely.

Sure enough, after rambling, Old Man Yin rubbed his hands, looking embarrassed as he spoke to the village chief, "Village Chief, we’re about the same age and played together as kids. Though we’re a bit estranged now, the friendship is still there. I..."

"Just say what you need to say," the village chief interrupted impatiently, tired of hearing about a friendship he didn’t recall.

What childhood friendship? He didn’t remember any such thing.