"Chen Yang, you can eat indiscriminately, but don't speak carelessly. I had a fair trade with her, isn't what you're saying pretty disgusting?" Gu Xuanyu stared at Chen Yang, arrogant in his tone.
"Fair or not, you know it in your heart. There's no need to explain everything explicitly." Chen Yang sneered, then immediately turned his gaze to Widow Zeng, saying, "Aunt Zeng, you cannot sell your family's grave plot!"
Widow Zeng was about ten years older than Chen Yang, so according to the village hierarchy, she was generally called Aunt, just like Wang Hong.
"Huh? Why can't it be sold?" Widow Zeng was startled by Chen Yang's words, clearly confused by the situation.
It's just a grave plot, and it's quite far from the village.
It wouldn't have the slightest impact on the village's scenery, so she couldn't understand.
Facing Aunt Zeng's inquiry, Chen Yang was momentarily at a loss for an answer.
