This time, without the old village chief needing to explain, the others immediately retorted, "How can you compare yourself to Jiajia? She's been working tirelessly from dawn till dusk these past few days, applying medicine, bandaging wounds, and brewing medicine. Can you do that?"

"She'll be doing these things from now on. Even if you wanted to, we wouldn't dare agree. Who would dare entrust you with bandaging?"

"If you don't want to be at the forefront, fine, but don't drag others down with you. In our village, apart from the very old who can't walk and the very young, everyone has their own plans!"

That's true. In the past, women would rush forward to help, and they would take good care of unmarried girls. But now there's really no other way. The walls are long, the area is large, and many people go out or get injured. There are simply not enough people.

To be honest, what Xu Ting and Zhang Xiaocao said made him feel very comfortable. He felt that they were all from the same village, and if anyone dared to gossip about this matter in the future, they would be the first to not tolerate it!

Zhang Chunhua only considered how awkward she felt listening to it, and now she's dragging Ding Jiajia into it too.

Putting aside what happened later, Jiajia has been changing the bandages for the injured people in the village day and night for the past few days. Who can compare to her hard work? Besides Shuiqing, who is more important than her?

Of all people to drag along, Zhang Chunhua had to pull her in!

Zhang Chunhua didn't expect that her instinctive decision to involve Ding Jiajia, whom she disliked the most, would elicit such a strong rebuttal, and her face flushed red.

Since things have come to this, all I can do is stubbornly complain: "But I have nothing to learn. If my parents knew herbs and medicine, how could I not know how to do it?"

Besides, if I had hemostatic powder, wouldn't I be able to apply it? If I had parents who knew how to bandage, I could definitely do it better than Ding Jiajia!

It's all because her father is lazy and her mother is useless. If Ding Heli and Qin Yilin were her parents, she would definitely be as capable as Ding Jiajia.

Ding Heli and Qin Yilin pursed their lips in disagreement, but did not actively participate in the argument.

His Jiajia is amazing! She's surpassed her parents and is even better at cooking than them. I don't know where Zhang Chunhua gets the confidence to do better than Jiajia.

As Zhang Chunhua's aunt, Aunt Zhang spoke directly about things others wouldn't say: "I won't say anything if you blame your parents for not being able to do things, but now that there's work for you to do, you're complaining about this and that. If everyone were as picky as you, who would step in if some bad guy or thug came?"

Zhang Chunhua bit her lip, raised her chin, and stubbornly remained silent.

It was as if everyone was pressuring her.

Aunt Zhang's chest heaved with anger. This kid didn't want to put in any effort; he just wanted to enjoy the results!

Aunt Li, seeing this, also got angry and suggested to the old village chief, "Forget it, let's not count her! We can keep the village going even without her."

Zhang Chunhua's face lit up with joy, and although she tried to suppress it, she couldn't help but smile.

That's exactly what she was waiting for!

Anyway, she'll be getting married eventually. It doesn't matter if she offends someone or the villagers don't like her, as long as her future mother-in-law and husband like her.

The usually easy-going village chief surprisingly disagreed, saying in a deep voice, "Chunhua is unwilling to do dangerous work, and she doesn't know how to apply medicine or bandages, so let her do the work of chopping wood and fetching water."

Upon hearing this, Shui Qing lowered her head and suppressed a laugh.

Old ginger is spicier; the old village chief can assign suitable work to everyone.

Two temporary stoves and several fire pits were set up in the open space in front of the study, which were used for cooking porridge, boiling water and keeping warm. This was part of the logistical work.

The elderly women, some of whom have difficulty walking, are responsible for cooking porridge and boiling water. All they have to do is sit there, stir the porridge, and pour it into bowls. It's not tiring and it keeps them warm. They are happy to be able to help everyone.

The task of fetching firewood and water was originally something the men in the village would do in their spare time, but now that Zhang Chunhua was specifically in charge, it naturally fell to her.