Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming-Chapter 485 - The Pig is Definitely Not for Sale

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: The Pig is Definitely Not for Sale

Chapter 485 -485: The Pig is Definitely Not for Sale

“Who’s talking business with you? Get lost, our family’s pigs will definitely not be sold!” Wang Yan stood with a broom in hand, his eyebrows fiercely furrowed.

The two men sneered, “Big brother, don’t be ungrateful. Even if you bury those pigs, someone might dig them up in the middle of the night, and then they’ll be sold without you knowing where they went. You’re just complaining about our price, not considering that no pig buyer would want to take your pigs right now. You don’t understand the principle of quitting while you’re ahead.”

These two really thought Wang Yan was overacting.

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A person needs face like a tree needs bark. Besides, even though the money they made was ill-gotten, they were ostensibly doing others a favor.

The neighboring villagers, walking by, didn’t know what had happened and immediately gathered around. Seeing that it was Wang Yan from the Wang Family who had just entered the door, holding a broom, they all wondered what he was going to do with it?

When they saw strangers from out of town and a daughter-in-law holding a child, their gossiping hearts immediately ignited.

They all thought that Wang Yan, who was home for the first time in two years, had seen his sister-in-law do something outrageous.

Otherwise, why would the uncle wield a broom like this?

So, more and more people crowded around.

Seeing the commotion, the two men realized they couldn’t do business anymore. Once the people in the neighboring villages heard about this, who would they sell to?

Angrily, they felt their courage swell at the edge of their anger.

Pointing at Wang Yan, they said, “You’re truly damned ungrateful! Since that’s the case, let your pigs rot at your home. Guard them and attract flies if you can. As soon as you bury them, they’ll definitely be dug up. If you don’t, these pigs will rot and stink. Then your whole family might end up dying of swine fever.”

This was cursing his family to a bad end.

Wang Yan flipped one with a sweep of the broom, and fiercely hit the two men more than a dozen times before he was pulled away. Any more, and the two wouldn’t have been able to walk out of Liupan Village.

Now, everyone began to understand. These were pig buyers, and the Wang Family’s pigs had swine fever, something everyone knew. If sold, who knows what illnesses the eaters would contract.

Those two men were malevolent!

There were also those who were too clever by half, immediately speculating. Given that the Wang Family’s pigs had swine fever, someone might indeed dig them up in the middle of the night. After all, a pig is worth money, however little; it’s still a windfall.

Thus, everyone harbored their own thoughts.

“Shitou! Shitou, stop hitting them, killing them won’t be of any use. Why get angry over such people? Calm down,” someone said.

“Shitou, you really should deal with these pigs quickly. Otherwise, who knows what trouble there’ll be. It’s not good to keep them at home,” another suggested.

“Just bury them quickly and be done with it,” said another villager.

Some people were already scheming in their hearts.

Wang Yan dropped the broom. He was well aware that the villagers were small-minded, wondering how many of them were now eyeing his family’s dead pigs because of these two men’s words.

Without handling this matter properly, someone would be scaling the walls of his home that very night.

The two men were beaten to a state where their faces were dirty and bloodied from broom scratches, thoroughly humiliated.

How did they end up dealing with someone so stubborn and ignorant?

They were truly unlucky – didn’t he realize that if he really buried the pigs, let alone others, they would come to dig them up tonight? What was the point of causing such a ruckus?

A bit of extra trouble. Would the Wang Family earn a single extra penny from it? What was the point?