In this tragedy, everyone forced to stand on the stage is a victim.

The sister-in-law, who was the culprit, caused great suffering to her own family but escaped unscathed.

Nie Fantian also had a tragic life.

A child grows up in the shadows, raised by others and taught with favoritism, harboring resentment towards the only outsider in the family.

However, his suffering was not caused by his aunt; he was hating the wrong person. The one he should hate is the one who brought him into this world.

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After Xiaoman and the others left, Xiaoman's grandfather also told Jiangzhi about the government's announcement that displaced people should return to their hometowns to farm.

In contrast to Jiang Zhi's inner unease, Xiao Man was very calm: "Er Rui's mother, let's stay on the mountain. Don't rush down the mountain. We need to be more vigilant!"

Everyone knew about this without Xiaoman mentioning it. The incident of the refugees venturing into the mountains had only recently passed, and everyone was still on edge about it.

If the government wants to expel people, there will definitely be another period of unrest outside.

When people are away from home, they usually feel that if they don't gain any advantage, they've suffered a loss, and they'll try to grab a handful of grass when they leave!

Speaking of repatriation, Xiaomanye looked somewhat happy: "Those people who go to become refugees won't have an easy time. They might have to come back to us when we go down the mountain."

He was still resentful about being abandoned and didn't want to go down the mountain to see people's true colors.

Knowing that Grandpa Xiaoman wasn't in a hurry to go down the mountain, Jiang Zhi put the matter aside.

Anyway, there's still plenty of time. There's always a way out. I'll just go down the mountain and live with the villagers. I'll live my life as usual. I can't be tied up and forced to become a villain anymore.

She wanted to live a peaceful life, but fate had other plans, and Old Yunya's men came again.

As soon as the group of refugees appeared on the hilltop, they were encountered by Xiang Dejin and his men, who were shooting birds with stones.

The blood of the bandits had not yet dissipated, so the refugees dared not rob anything.

They all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xiang Dejin and the others: "Sir, please give us some food! Our elderly parents and children are starving to death. We only need a few pounds of grain to survive."

Xiang Dejin and his group were used to the methods of refugees; they could be weak or strong, and whether they stole or robbed depended on the circumstances.

Moreover, not long ago, those "bandits" said the same thing when they broke into the mountains: those people also came to "borrow" grain.

Without even informing their master, several wounded soldiers shouted and drove the refugees away.

When it was time for a meal, Xiang Dejin told the two families about the matter: "The government and the military are currently dispersing refugees, so there will probably be some unrest for a while. As long as we get through this winter, things will settle down."

Everyone condemned the refugees who went up the mountain to beg for food and felt that vigilance should be strengthened.

Xiang Dejin said, "Xiaoman's trap isn't good enough. Let's change it."

He has been living a peaceful life in the mountains for some time now, and his injuries are gradually healing, so he's itching to find something to do.

Jiang Zhi returned to her home. Instead of doing those never-ending tasks, she simply sat under the eaves, lost in thought.

Even when a wild boar came over with a bamboo brush, I wasn't in the mood to brush its back; I just gave it a quick, perfunctory brush and shooed it away.

After thinking for a long time, she still went down the cliff to find Uncle Xiaoman and Xu Dazhu: "Uncle Changgeng, Dazhu, I think it's time to teach those refugees how to eat Qinggang powder!"

People are always careless, and Xiang Dejin and his group will also leave after they recover from their injuries.

Only when those refugees truly settle down and stop stealing and robbing will we have peace and our children be able to grow up healthy.

In the summer, refugees could find wild vegetables and fruits, and even hunt pheasants and rabbits to fill their stomachs.

Although life was tough, they managed to get by, living in shacks and sleeping on straw mats.

It gets uncomfortable in winter.

Even though it remains evergreen year-round, one can barely find grass roots and wild vegetables to fill one's stomach in the fields and mountains.

Even if there is no heavy snow or strong wind in Bajun, the long, cloudy, rainy days and thick frost are just as cold as bone-chilling. If you endure a whole winter, you will die of illness!

Jiang Zhi knew she wasn't a particularly virtuous person; in modern times, she shouted "Go China!" more often than she donated money. She knew she couldn't possibly do disaster relief, donate food, or take in refugees now.

But this does not mean that I do not have a loving heart.

Kindness has its limits and cannot go on indefinitely.

There are limits to indifference; we cannot lose our humanity.

Right now, with just a word from him, countless lives can be saved by the oak trees covering the mountains and fields.

Jiang Zhi was used to the promotional activities of pharmacies all over the streets and the various gift packages in hospitals.

But she kept in mind one sentence her grandfather would say every time he sorted out the medicinal herbs: "I wish there were no more illness and suffering in the world, I would rather the medicine on the shelf gather dust!"

This is a couplet written by an old Chinese medicine doctor in the Qing Dynasty on a pharmacy, and it truly reflects his heartfelt compassion for humanity.

Jiang Zhi couldn't just ignore the fact that she was short of food before, but now she had to close her eyes and pretend she couldn't see anything.

More importantly, those refugees who are starving and freezing to the extreme will still resort to robbery even if they know they will die.

At this moment, saving others is saving yourself!

Upon hearing that Jiang Zhi was going to reveal the way to eat Qinggang rice noodles, Xiaomanye and Xu Dazhu fell silent.

For ordinary people, it is possible to keep a secret that others do not know, a secret that can save their lives and benefit their descendants.

For people whose core values ​​are carrying on the family line and continuing their lineage, this is a temptation.

Just like now, while others are still struggling to survive, my two families can eat their fill in peace.

After a long silence, Xiaoman sighed deeply: "Those people... they are all farmers! They are fathers of children, husbands of wives, fathers of elderly parents... and sons under their knees!"

His voice choked up as he finished speaking.

A year ago, those people were farmers tilling the land, kind-hearted people who would stay and eat if someone asked for a drink of water. Now they have become bandits with their bodies torn apart.

Whose fault is this again?

In war, ordinary people are like debris and fragments drifting in a flash flood, their actions beyond their control.

Xu Dazhu leaned back in the wooden chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, his eyes filled with confusion and struggle. If anyone hated that gang of bandits the most, it was probably him.

Being disabled and having to watch helplessly as family members are in danger, every moment spent trying to escape is torture.

He hated those refugees so much that he wished they were all dead.

Chunfeng quietly grasped his hand, whose veins were bulging: "Brother Dazhu, I just want to spend my whole life with you and Nini."

"Auntie's method can settle those refugees down, and no one here will cause trouble anymore."

Xu Dazhu looked at her and finally nodded: "This method was originally Auntie's. Auntie thinks it's good, so we'll all follow your arrangements."

Jiang Zhi's last worry disappeared; these people were still kind after all.

As Xu Dazhu said, this method was proposed by Jiang Zhi, and she could handle it herself.

I'm asking this simply because I want to know how others would choose, and what their bottom line is.

After all... some people can share hardship but not prosperity.

In the future, I will bring out more things myself.

Money can move people's hearts, and if people have different values, then let's leave it at that, and there won't be any future conflicts.

Now that the grandfather and grandson had agreed, Jiang Zhi was ready to begin her next move.

Such a great opportunity certainly shouldn't be wasted; everyone likes to gain both fame and fortune.

I'm just an ordinary person; I want to gain something even if I have to give up something.

The ambition of being an unsung hero is too lofty; I can't live up to that. I'd rather be a famous hero!

"Okay, I'll go down the mountain tomorrow!"

The next day, Jiang Zhi asked Xiang Dejin to accompany her to the medical shed so she could discuss something with Zhang Juntou.