Auntie Zhang had certainly harbored some thoughts about A'niu before.
Back then, A'niu was nothing in the village.
Just a young man.
But that was already enough for a woman whose man was often away.
However, A'niu had always refused.
Auntie Zhang had always thought it was because she was too old, and A'niu didn't fancy her.
Now, A'niu had long become an influential figure in the village, whose word was law.
The next step, who knows, he might even become the village chief.
For the villagers, the village chief was like the local emperor.
Back when Uncle Zhang wasn't in the village,
Auntie Zhang didn't know how many times she had humbled herself to serve Li Dahai.
Otherwise, those few acres of land they owned would have been snatched away by those covetous harlots in the village.
Auntie Zhang was calculating in her mind.
Her daughter Xiaofeng might not be a national beauty,
but she was considered a beauty in the village.