I glared at those who had just made sarcastic remarks.

Chen Xian lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "What a big son."

The villagers of Qingxia Village were already grateful to Chen Xian.

So their eyes all turned to Zhang Daguang and Granny Jia.

Tiger's mother looked terrified. "If it weren't for Dazhu's father, our village would have lost at least half of its grain. He came up with a plan for us, which took three days and three nights. I can't even imagine how much effort he put in!"

Sister Guihua looked worried. "If problems arise in the village in the future, didn't you hear? Dazhu's father has been hurt by some people, and he probably won't put in the effort to be careful anymore. I'm very worried. If problems occur in the village, can anyone give me some advice?"

Looking at Chen Xian, who was walking unsteadily and swaying, and then at the hair on the ground, Da Cheng's mother said, "Yes, I think Da Zhu's father has more white hair. I wonder if it's because he's been taking a lot of stress out of him?"

The villagers split into three groups.

One group remains neutral, judging matters solely by their fairness.

One group followed the village head, after all, he was the leader. Following him was politically correct.

One group is easily influenced by others; they are simply "spectators."

All eyes turned to the two who had been jumping the most enthusiastically.

He was filled with rage.

Especially those of us who were just caught up in the last wave of gossip felt a little guilty, but we quickly put that guilt behind us and blamed the two of them. It was all because of them that I was led astray.

I didn't mean to.

"Da Guang, can't we be less unethical? Da Zhu's father was just trying to give us good advice, and he's being maliciously suspected like this. He must be feeling really upset. You look decent, like a good person, but what a black heart you have! Get out of here!"

Spit was spat on his face.

"He deserves a beating."

"Yes, a few beatings will make them behave."

Wild vegetable leaves, clods of dirt, and twigs were thrown at the two of them.

The two men covered their heads and fled.

Chen Qingshan: "I hope Dad won't get into trouble."

Watching Chen Xian's departing figure, Chen Gui smiled meaningfully and said, "No, Brother Xian is doing very well."

Old Song squinted and smiled, "Mao Mao, you can't be an honest person in this world. You'll be easily bullied. You have to be a little more cunning than a thug to live a comfortable life."

The eldest grandson, Song Mao, standing beside him, revealed his clear, innocent eyes. "Grandpa, hmm?"