Chapter 34: Purchasing Vegetables in the Upper Village

Now, Lin Jianyang's family completely panicked.

They never expected Lin Meng to have installed surveillance in the old house, and that spot happened to capture everything here clearly.

Lin Qianqian's motion of pulling out a fruit knife and stabbing toward Lin Meng just now was large, and it was definitely captured.

Madame Wang clenched her sleeves and dared not move.

Old Village Head Zhang stared at Lin Qianqian with his aged eyes, seeing her guilty and fearful expression, he knew Lin Meng was telling the truth.

"Lin Jianyang! Control your daughter! If this happens in our Lin Jia Cun, I, Zhang Fengnian, will spare no effort—even risking my old life—to not let your whole family off!"

"Our village already lacks livelihood; if others learn that Lin Jia Cun has produced such a villain, who would dare come to the village? Are you trying to destroy the whole village?"

After the Old Village Head finished speaking, the shrewd villagers also reacted.

If Lin Qianqian really injured or even killed Lin Meng, then Lin Jia Cun would have a murderer, and thereafter probably no one would dare come to the village to collect fruits and vegetables.

Even young people's matchmaking in the village would be hindered; others would say, since this village can have a murderer, it could produce a second.

For a moment, the villagers looked hostilely at Lin Jianyang and his group.

"Lin Qianqian, you're too vicious, daring to kill your own cousin, wanting to drag the whole village down—with you like that, you still want to marry into a wealthy family in Jing Shi? Go take a piss and look at yourself!"

"Good thing the Old Village Head reminded me; otherwise I'd still be speaking up for her—how can this person's heart be so vicious?"

"Lin Jianyang, I've long disliked your family; none of the younger generation is well-educated, and your daughter is even worse—daring to kill in public—I doubt anyone will dare marry her in the future!"

Seeing the situation developing uncontrollably, Lin Jianyang didn't dare stay longer, only gave Lin Meng a sinister glare, then took his family and slipped away.

The villagers also dispersed one after another, and then the Old Village Head sighed.

"Girl, are you alright? Want me to have Xiao Fan accompany you to the town to file a report? Just in case your uncle and his lot turn hostile again, you'll have a backup."

Lin Meng shook her head, feeling grateful in her heart toward the old man.

In this village, only the Old Village Head is reasonable; just now, with a few words he turned the focus of public opinion toward Lin Qianqian.

"No need, Old Village Head; I'll keep the video evidence. Lin Qianqian is just a useless fool; I believe she wouldn't dare."

Zhang Fengnian nodded in relief upon hearing that, saying Lin Meng is a good child, strong and kind-hearted.

He didn't know Lin Meng wasn't acting out of kindness; she simply didn't want to get overly entangled with that family.

Even if Lin Qianqian's case were reported to the police, it might ultimately come to nothing.

Her uncle, in those years of fish farming and sand trading, had met many people from all walks of life.

Before having absolute strength to protect oneself, confronting him head-on would only invite greater trouble; it's not worth it.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head out now; you should pay attention these few days and be sure to lock doors and windows at night."

After the Old Village Head finished his instructions and was about to leave, Lin Meng remembered she needed to supply vegetables to Ye Heng, and hurriedly called him back.

"Village Head Grandpa, which farming households in our village grow good vegetables? I want to collect some vegetables and fruits; a friend of mine runs a wholesale of agricultural side products and asked me to inquire."

Zhang Fengnian immediately perked up upon hearing that.

"How much does your friend want to collect? If he's willing to cooperate with our village, that would be great!"

Lin Meng thought for a moment and said:

"I'm not sure yet; I also need to see the quality. He asked me to first help collect some to test; if the quality is good, we might cooperate heavily later."

Lin Meng didn't commit definitively, but right now she indeed couldn't purchase in large quantities.

The first storage space has limited capacity; Ye Heng also mentioned that he can't keep food fresh long-term there, so there's no need to stock too much—buying in batches multiple times is fine.

The Old Village Head's eyes dimmed a bit, but soon he smiled and said:

"Long-term cooperation not being necessary is fine; buying and selling should be voluntary. So, tomorrow I'll have Xiao Fan take you to those few households in the east of the village to have a look—they're usually honest and down-to-earth, unlike those in the village who love to gossip."

After settling the matter of purchasing vegetables, the Old Village Head then left.

Lin Meng exported and saved the surveillance video, locked the door, and went into the room.

After saving some money, she planned to leave Lin Jia Cun and return to live in Qing Tang Zhen.

The function of this old house is probably related to the matter of marrying into the Ye family.

Now that she has actively ended the childhood engagement, her uncle and his lot probably won't covet the old house as they used to.

After a quick wash-up, Lin Meng lay in bed and began online shopping.

Since she promised Ye Heng to provide nutritional supplements, she naturally wouldn't go back on her word.

She bought different types of supplements by the box from several major platforms.

Besides various vitamins, she also bought some mineral and amino acid supplements; protein supplements are more expensive, so she didn't buy too many.

If fast, they'll arrive the day after tomorrow; she chose the address at her home in Qing Tang Zhen.

So many deliveries into the village would surely attract attention; she preferred to avoid causing herself trouble.

Early the next morning, the Old Village Head's grandson knocked on Lin Meng's door.

Zhang Yu Fan saw Lin Meng with a messy hairdo brushing her teeth and washing her face in the courtyard; her tender white face faintly showed a pinkish glow from having slept well, quite lovely.

Zhang Yu Fan turned his face away, embarrassed, his ears tinged red, and spoke softly:

"Um, Lin Meng classmate, my grandfather asked me to take you to the eastern village households to collect produce; I see you haven't finished washing up, so I'll come back later."

In the time it took to speak, Lin Meng had already quickly wiped her face, casually nibbled two bites of a big steamed bun, and said:

"I'm ready, let's go."

Zhang Yu Fan noticed Lin Meng dressed casually, having only a plain steamed bun for breakfast, with no egg or pickled vegetables, and he felt a pang of sympathy.

"Lin Meng classmate, you only eat that for breakfast? If life is truly difficult for you, go ahead and tell me; I have some private savings I can lend you first."

Lin Meng took another bite of the bun, and upon hearing that she almost choked on it.

She lifted her gaze to Zhang Yu Fan; the twenty-five-year-old young man's face was slightly red, and he scratched his head bashfully.

"Cough cough cough, no need, no need—I'm just in a hurry to go purchasing, casually grabbing a bite; keep your money for yourself."

The Old Village Head's family isn't wealthy; Zhang Yu Fan doesn't even have a proper salary, and if he really borrowed his private savings, the Old Village Head's household couldn't make ends meet.

Zhang Yu Fan thought Lin Meng was just embarrassed and wanted to directly transfer money to her.

But upon further thought, my two thousand dollars is really pitifully little; what could it possibly solve for Lin Meng?

If a girl has strong self-esteem, giving her that might actually make her feel uneasy.

After thinking it over, Zhang Yufan did not act on his own initiative.

Half an hour later, the two appeared at the eastern end of the village.

The sun was just right, and the villagers were busy in the fields.

Lin Meng caught sight of a large pumpkin patch at a glance; the pumpkins were not small and could be harvested.

"Whose pumpkin field is this? I want to take it all—would that be okay?"