Song Yun's face darkened, and she frowned and asked, "Will they take action?"

Song Hao remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.

Bai Qingxia was afraid her daughter would be anxious, so she quickly said, "It's okay. They're just taking it out on us. They don't dare to do anything to us. Just be patient and it will pass."

Song Yun clenched her fists, feeling very anxious.

"Okay, didn't you just tell Uncle Zhang that you wanted to buy a jar? Hurry up and buy it. Uncle Zhang will be leaving soon and it's not good to keep him waiting. Uncle Zhang is a very nice person and takes good care of us."

Song Yun nodded. "Then I'll leave first. I'll come back in the evening. You guys hurry up and eat."

Song Yun hurried away carrying the clay pot, and the couple began to eat lunch. The noodles were not very good with vegetarian food and were clumping together, but Song Hao ate them with relish.

After drinking the water, Bai Qingxia was not very hungry anymore, so she only ate a little, leaving half a bowl left. Song Hao covered it with something and saved it for dinner.

Mr. Qi and Mr. Mo next door were also having lunch. They were eating the same wild vegetable porridge as usual, but today they had mung bean cakes and peach cakes. They were only 70% full, which was much better than the usual 30% full, and they felt a lot more energetic.

They also heard the noise next door just now. Although they couldn't hear clearly what was said or done, they knew what happened. The two old people were so envious.

But if they really had to choose, they would still choose their current lonely state. No matter what their family members think or feel, they don't want to implicate their family members.

At the same time, they were also puzzled. Song Hao had told them before that his daughter had severed ties with them before the accident. Why was she here again now?

At this time, Old Zhang led the cow out of the cowshed and went to the brigade headquarters to harness the cart. When he left, he placed the tools he would need for the afternoon work at the door of the three sheds, shouted, and left.

Song Hao went out to get tools and happened to run into Mr. Mo who was also out getting tools. He hurriedly asked, "How is Mr. Qi's leg?"

Old Mo shook his head. "It's still the same. I said it was better last night and the pain wasn't as severe. But today it started to hurt again and I can't get out of bed."

Song Hao sighed, "I will help you after I finish my work here. Don't worry, you will get better." He didn't dare to say anything else. Although his daughter could take pulses and collect herbs, she might not be able to cure a broken leg. He didn't want to give her hope easily.

On the other side, Song Yun put down the pottery jar after leaving the yard. There was no water in the thermos, and she couldn't wash the jar. She could only wait for her to buy a jar first.

Song Yun asked Song Ziyi to stay in the deserted courtyard in the afternoon. On the one hand, he helped to dry the collected herbs, and on the other hand, he watched over the work in the woodshed. Some people would come to work in the afternoon, and it was not known how many people would come. With so many people and many hands to work, it would be better for him to watch over them.

Song Ziyi was a little disappointed. He had wanted to go out with his sister, but his sister was right. They had a lot of things, all of which were things he wanted. Even if only one item was lost, it would not do.

The little guy nodded, "Don't worry, sister, I will take good care of the things."

After spending these days together, Song Yun knew that her younger brother was a smart child with a calm temperament, so she felt at ease leaving him alone to look after the house.

When leaving the deserted courtyard at the village entrance, I saw Zhao Xiaomei and a female educated youth. They were talking about something beside Uncle Zhang's ox cart, and they looked unhappy.