All Novel Full Chapter 595
Chapter 595: Chapter 587: What a Fool Chapter 595: Chapter 587: What a Fool Naked to the bone, under such a hostile gaze, she put on the clothes, her fingers trembling.
The clothes were old, not made from any good material, resembling the coarse fabric she used to weave in their village.
The material was rough against her skin, akin to a blade cutting into her flesh.
Moreover, the clothes were extremely oversized, similar to a sack, practically swallowing her whole: oversized shirt, baggy pants, patched up in two places.
Tang Yuxin had long forgotten the last time she’d worn clothes with patches.
Back at the Wei family, she wore Wei Jiani’s cast-offs.
The clothes, either too old, small, or torn, were often patched up by her.
Sang Zhilan would never mend the clothes for her.
At a young age, she became adept at mending clothes herself, be it her shoes or her school bag.
Back then, she may have been the only student wearing patched-up clothes.
After all these years, she had even forgotten about wearing patched-up clothes.
She felt uneasy in her clothes, both because of the material itself and the feeling of it burning and tearing at her skin.
She shrank down, head lowered, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes.
Such a pathetic sight.
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Old Lady Song reached out and ruthily pinched Tang Yuxin’s arm.
Tang Yuxin cowered further, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.
Next, Old Lady Song brought out an iron chain.
Tang Yuxin took a step back.
Where would they tether this iron chain to her?
Her hand, leg, neck, soul, or her entire life?
Will she be trapped here forever, never to see her father, younger brother or Gu Ning again, even if she dies?
With a clanging sound, her ankle has been shackled with the heavy iron chain.
It was like chaining a dog.
Tang Yuxin lowered her head to look at the chain on her ankle.
Every step she took made the sound of the iron chain dragging across the floor, alongside the pain of the chain chafing at her skin.
After only a few steps, the chain had already broken her skin, drawing blood.
Like a dog, she sat down.
Old Lady Song handed her a bowl with two pieces of black bread thrown inside, as if feeding a dog.
Tang Yuxin lowered her head, suppressing the trying in her nose.
She reached in the bowl, picked a piece of black bread.
She had no idea what it was made of, it was so hard that it could crack a tooth.
She gnawed at the biscuit and swallowed it down forcefully.
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Just one bite had caused her throat to hurt.
“Cough…”
She coughed heavily, a piece of the black bread stuck in her throat.
She mustered all her strength to swallow the bread, tears rolling down her cheeks from the pain.
“She’s a mute.”
Old Lady Song had noticed everything.
“Doesn’t even know to drink water, not just mute but stupid as well.”
“Enough,” Old Master Song wasn’t pleased either.
He thought he’d gotten a good deal, turns out it wasn’t a bargain but a loss.
But the traffickers had already gone down the road.
This was buying a person, not a seed- could they return her?
“Being mute might not be bad.”
Old Master Song knocked his pipe against the table.
“She won’t verbalize unnecessary things.”
Old Lady Song wasn’t satisfied but comforted herself thinking it might be a good thing if she turned out to be a mute.
At least, she won’t spill their family secrets to others.
The gossipy women in the village who spent their days spreading rumors were the most sickening.
Tang Yuxin stayed huddled there, listening to the elderly couple of the Song family talk, finishing the black bread bit by bit.
“Mum, Mum, I’m back.”
The moment Tang Yuxin was having the black bread, a loud excited voice echoed from outside.
The door opened with a bang, and in came a mud-covered child.
Yes, a mud-covered child.
His whole body, even his face, was covered in trails of mud.
“How did you get so covered in mud again”
Setting down her bowl, Old Lady Song immediately got up and grabbed the child’s muddy hand.
“Look at your face, all dirty.”
In Old Lady Song’s voice, there was unmistakable fondness, as she lovingly wiped away the mud from his face.
“Oh yes, Dazhi, look, your Mum’s arranged a wife for you, that’s your wife.”
Old Lady Song pointed to Tang Yuxin, quietly squatting to one side, as she spoke to the mud-covered child.
Turning to look at Tang Yuxin, the mud-covered child’s mouth hung open, looking both dumb and dazed.
“Mom, she’s so ugly.
I like Youtao.”
“I know, dear,” Old Lady Song patted her son’s hand.
“You make do with this wife now.
Once our conditions improve, your Mum will bring Youtao home to you.”
“No good,” the mud-covered child plopped himself onto the floor, his legs fluttering around, stirring up dust.
Tang Yuxin took another bite of the black bread in her hand.
She wasn’t being calm, cold-hearted, or selfless.
From the moment she knew she had been sold, she knew this day would come.
Back then, she could only speculate who would buy her.
An old man, a cripple, an idiot, or a moron.
Well, she knows now.
Indeed, she had foresight.
It was an idiot.
If he weren’t an idiot, he would have managed to find a wife.
Unless the village was so utterly impoverished that the young girls would leave and only the old bachelors remain.
Their parents would do anything to get wives for their sons, even if it meant committing a crime.
Even normal bachelors would struggle to find wives, let alone an idiot.
No family with daughter would marry her off to an idiot.
The Song family wasn’t particularly rich, nor could they afford a lavish dowry needed to marry a girl from a good family.
So they cobbled up what they had and bought a woman.
Even if they found out she was mute now, they wouldn’t consider letting her go.
This bought woman had now become their property, just like a dog or a pig in their home.
They could beat or kill her, and no one would question even if she died.
The idiot Song was still raising havoc on the ground, bellowing about wanting Youtao.