209: Bride price 88,000

"Who are you guys?"

Pan Yuyao frowned when she saw the men walking toward her, having no intention of dealing with them.

Moreover, she had been extremely anxious on the way back this time, worried about her grandfather's condition. So, she spoke while preparing to walk past them and head toward her grandfather's house.

"Hey, Yuyao, you used to be our little tag-along when we were kids. How come you don't recognize us now that you've grown up?"

One of the young men stepped forward and said.

"You've grown up so much, yet you're becoming more and more impolite."

"That's right, she certainly has grown up."

The two young men beside him also chimed in.

Their eyes were filled with lecherous intent.

Pan Yuyao realized this only after seeing their greedy stares.

The young men in front of her were exactly the playmates she had when she was little, from the cove.

They were two or three years older than her.

The leader was named Wang Hu. When she was little, she always followed them around to play. The elders in their families also frequently visited each other.

But later, as she grew older, she realized they were just a few hoodlums. Moreover, she went to Jiangcheng for school and work.

Because of this, she grew increasingly distant from them and looked down on them more and more.

If it weren't for her grandfather's serious illness this time, she might never have met them again.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Move aside, I need to see my grandfather." Pan Yuyao was starting to lose her temper.

Couldn't these people tell the difference between what was important and what wasn't, or see the reason she had returned?

Even the slightest bit of village friendship she might have felt was completely gone after this hassle. She only found them annoying.

"Pan Yuyao, speaking of your grandfather, I just remembered something," Wang Hu said. "When we were kids, my grandfather and your grandfather discussed setting up a childhood engagement for the two of us. Now that your grandfather is still around, you have to acknowledge this matter."

As he spoke, Wang Hu looked at her, his heart filled with joy.

Good heavens, who would have known that the snot-nosed tag-along from back then would grow up to be so beautiful? He had truly struck gold.

This was the perfect time to make that childhood joke of an engagement official.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Saying this, Pan Yuyao couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yu.

"Don't talk rubbish! When did this happen?"

"You forgot so quickly?" Wang Hu laughed. "Should I remind you of the exact time and place?"

"That's right, under the old locust tree at the village entrance, we still remember it," the other two followers chimed in.

"That was just drunken nonsense they spoke! It can't be taken seriously at all!"

Pan Yuyao started to feel anxious.

How could she return to her hometown, not even see her grandfather yet, and instead find herself being forced into a childhood engagement?

She even suspected that her grandfather's illness was fake, and the real purpose was to set a trap for her.

"Move aside, I need to see my grandfather!"

Pan Yuyao now wanted to confirm her grandfather's situation even more urgently.

"Yuyao child, a promise is a promise. Old Man Pan is a man of some reputation in the village, and as his granddaughter, you must keep your word."

Just then, another aged voice rang out from behind the crowd.

Pan Yuyao looked back and saw the person she least wanted to see.

That was Wang Hu's grandfather, Old Wang.

Old Wang walked over and stared at Pan Yuyao as he spoke.

"It's not just because Wang Hu is my grandson that I'm speaking up for him. It's just that, regarding this matter, I hope you can consider it carefully."

"Start expanding the Wang Family line early and give birth to three sons."

"The betrothal gift will be the highest in the village: eighty-eight thousand."