After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

Qing Ning was wearing a fresh and elegant gauze dress, as delicate as a flower that just bloomed in the morning. She was wearing a flawless white dress, like a fairy from the fairyland. Her hair was dotted with small and exquisite white flowers, like snowflakes falling in her hair, adding a bit of pure and fragile beauty. At this moment, she was kneeling in the middle of the bustling street, looking pitiful, like a lonely and helpless grass, which made people feel pity.

Behind Qing Ning, there was a tattered blanket, which covered a stiff and dirty old man. His face was haggard and pale, and he had obviously lost his vitality. The young girl knelt there quietly, as if silently guarding the relative who had once given her warmth.

In front of the girl, there was a wooden sign with the words "Selling Myself to Bury My Father" written in elegant handwriting. These four words were like a sharp sword, deeply hurting people's hearts. Many curious passers-by gathered around, attracted by the beauty and miserable experience of the girl, and stopped to watch. Some shook their heads and sighed, some showed sympathy, but more people just watched it all silently, with endless emotion in their hearts.

Hu Haotian thought that he was a kind and gentle man. He was walking on his way back home when he suddenly noticed a crowd of people in front of him. It seemed that there was something going on. He was curious and walked forward to check what was going on.

When I got closer, I saw that a group of people were surrounding a pitiful girl. The girl looked haggard and sad, which made people feel pity. Next to her, there was a sign with the words "Selling myself to bury my father" written on it.

Hu Haotian frowned hard and thought to himself: "This girl looks so unfamiliar. I wonder what kind of misfortune she had encountered to end up in such a situation." When his eyes moved to the deceased old man behind the girl, a trace of compassion welled up in his heart.

Just as Hu Haotian was immersed in his thoughts, a group of burly men came over. When they caught a glimpse of the delicate and beautiful girl in front of them, greed immediately ignited in their hearts.

One of them said with a smile: "Oh, little lady, I wonder how much silver it will cost to buy you?"

Hearing this, Qing Ning, who was originally full of sorrow, slowly raised her head, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes. She replied softly: "Ning'er doesn't need money, I just ask you to help bury my father, and I will be very grateful."

When the others heard this, they first burst into laughter, and then stretched out their hands, trying to touch the delicate face of this beauty. However, the girl retreated back in panic, as if she was full of fear and vigilance towards these people.

"Come on, come on, young lady, don't be afraid! As long as you follow us obediently, I will help you bury your father properly~" The big man said with a lewd smile on his face, and as he spoke he stretched out his hand to try to pull Qing Ning.

Qing Ning was frightened to the point of paleness. She quickly stepped back, her eyes filled with fear. "Thank you all for your kindness, but I really don't need your help in burying my father. Please leave quickly!"

"You want us to leave? Hehe, I think you have other intentions! Today, whether you like it or not, you must go with us!" The big man said viciously, and winked at his companions. Seeing this, the other few people immediately stepped forward, apparently intending to forcibly take the poor girl away.

At this critical moment, Hu Haotian, who had been watching coldly for a long time, came to the rescue. He really couldn't bear such a beautiful girl being bullied by such a wicked person.