I didn't even say a word!

The village party secretary was furious.

"We're all from the same village, folks! You have to stand up for yourselves..."

Qi Niuhua leaned out, showing them her left and right cheeks, "These are the wounds she inflicted on me! These are the evidence on my body. If you don't stand up for me today, I'll hang myself! I'll hang myself at the village entrance, so you can see me every day!"

I was immediately displeased by the biased name of one village. What kind of talk is that?

Why hang someone at the village entrance so they can watch every day? Is that a threat?

Everyone in the village knows Qi Niuhua's character; she'll argue even when she's wrong. From a fair and just standpoint, they have reason to believe that Old Lady Wu's words are at least nine-tenths true.

As for Qi Niu Hua's, there is only one truth!

"Heh, don't threaten us like that. We're willing to watch, but you're not so sure you want to hang yourself!" Just kidding.

Grandma Wu noticed that the village secretary kept checking the time and frowning. After a moment's thought, she quickly explained in a few words how Qi Niuhua had hit her with a stick and how she had retaliated.

Those around could hear clearly; things were now quite simple.

Old Mrs. Wu's story was very detailed and convincing, but Qi Niuhua, who insisted that Old Mrs. Wu had started the trouble, stammered for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence. She just clung to one sentence: that she was injured.

A child, snot running down his nose and then snorting it back, chewed on a blade of grass, hands on his hips. "That pretty old lady was right. I was peeing in the grass when they were fighting, and I saw it all clearly."

Qi Niuhua glared fiercely, but the child wasn't afraid at all. "Go ahead and hit me! Hit me! I'll teach you a lesson for stealing my cornbread again!"

Enraged, Qi Niuhua was about to pounce when the child and the adult shielded her behind them, pointing their noses at her and asking, "What do you think you're doing?"

The village party secretary roared, "That's it!"

“Tiedan is already ten years old. What he saw is the same as what Comrade Wu Mingxia said, which proves that Qi Niuhua’s words are false.”

"In that case..."

Qi Niuhua, holding her drooping hands, stopped the village secretary from saying anything more. "Wait, even if she's right, I was injured after all. She's the one who hurt me. How do you explain that?"

The village secretary gave her a dark look and said, "From now on, she'll be the only one cleaning the pigsty as punishment."

Qi Niuhua was shocked. "What is this? Is this considered punishment?"

"Cleaning the pigsty is such an easy job, are you out of your mind?!"

The village party secretary's temple veins bulged. "Qi Niuhua! Watch your words!"

The woman who used to clean the pigsty before Qi Niuhua opened her mouth slightly and said, "What did you say? Cleaning the pigsty is easy?"

Is she out of her mind?

The weather here is hot, and the pigsty has to be cleaned once a day. In addition to cutting pig feed, they also have to breed the pigs to increase the number of pigs. This kind of work is simply not something an ordinary person can do.

"Easy?" The village party secretary, having been a leader for so many years, calmed his anger slightly, and looked at Qi Niuhua with an increasingly cold expression. "You never clean the pigsty or cut pig feed, so of course it's easy for you!"

"Last year I got approval for ten piglets from the higher-ups, and now you've squandered them all. How many are left? You tell me!"

Qi Niuhua was taken aback, turned her head, and pouted, "Three, three heads."

Although the village secretary already knew, hearing her words still made her head spin with anger, and the villagers stared wide-eyed.

What? Ten heads? There are only three left!

This is all village property! We'll be slaughtering a pig at the end of the year and distributing it to everyone!

She messed it up so badly that only three heads were left.

Now, everyone in the village looked at Qi Niuhua with unwavering deference.

Qi Niuhua still looked completely unaware of her mistake, saying, "It was clearly the village secretary who brought back the weak pig, what does it have to do with me?"

"These pigs, like crops in the field, need careful tending to grow big and fat. You're doing absolutely nothing; there's no way they'll survive." A villager inside, unable to stand by and watch, spoke up.

“Once I went up to take a look and found that the pigs in the pigpen were so thin that their skin was practically on their bones. There were still five of them at that time. If I had gone to check on them, the remaining three would have all died. It’s a testament to their resilience that they didn’t die.”

Qi Niuhua grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at the person who spoke, saying, "What's it to you? You son who was born without an anus."

After everyone unanimously decided, Grandma Wu would be responsible for the remaining three pigs, and Qi Niuhua's objection was overruled.

As for what will happen to Qi Niuhua in the end, or where she will go to work again, Old Lady Wu doesn't care about any of that.

After such a lively morning, it's noon, time for lunch.

The village party secretary saw this and glared at Qi Niuhua again.

This was Grandma Wu's first time visiting the village's large canteen, which was naturally quite spacious as it could accommodate the entire village.

As soon as they reached the window, they saw Gou Cuifen serving meals to the villagers. Old Mrs. Wu took the bowl and handed it to her. Before she could say anything, Gou Cuifen spoke first, "Good job serving her. Qi Niuhua needs someone to teach her a lesson. Otherwise, she'll think the whole village can't do anything to her. You'll be the one suffering."

The bitterness is self-evident.

Putting aside how smelly it is to clean up the shed full of excrement and how much work it takes, the more important thing is that only three piglets remain after Qi Niu Hua's mischief, and whether they can even survive is a question.

Previously, in Qi Niuhua's hands, given her usual temperament, even if they all died, it wouldn't matter. Anyway, everyone in the village knew what kind of person she was, so she just gave up and let things go.

But Old Lady Wu's broken pot couldn't withstand being broken.

The incident involving Qi Niuhua shows that there is some xenophobia in the village. If Qi Niuhua hadn't brought this upon herself, the outcome of today's events would be uncertain.

"fine."

Grandma Wu gave a wry smile and could only comfort her by saying it was nothing.

Huang Xiaofu and Huang Xiaoqiang looked at Old Lady Wu with concern. They had never cleaned a pigsty before and didn't know the ins and outs. But they had heard from the villagers that the pigs had been ruined by Qi Niuhua and were now skin and bones. Could they still be raised?

Grandma Wu looked at the rice in her bowl and fell into deep thought. Raising pigs is pretty much like raising children, isn't it?

She helped raise several of her sons' children in her past life, so she has some experience.

Little pig, little kid...

Okay, then let's raise pigs first, just like raising children.

Without hesitation, he quickly ate the food in his bowl, left it for his two sons to wash, and headed straight for the pigsty.

She has food, but the pigs don't yet.

Wearing a straw hat and a homemade mask, he paused as he approached the pigpen, his eyes fixed on Qi Niuhua, who was sneaking closer to the pigpen.

As I slowly approached, I could still hear her muttering curses at herself.

Her words also implied that she wanted to kill all three remaining piglets to see how she would explain herself to the villagers.

Old Mrs. Wu narrowed her eyes, grabbed her remaining good hand, and whispered menacingly in her ear, "Qi Niuhua, what are you trying to do...?"