The plump aunt shouted anxiously from behind, "Ma Ying, you're not human!"

Ma Ying hadn't run two steps when she heard Zhang Fan ask loudly, "Auntie Pang, they all say that people who bully me will be punished by the mountain god."

He pointed at Zhang Qingshan on the ground: "Won't the mountain god punish us for dumping him on me like this?"

“They’ll definitely be punished, let me think.” The plump auntie made an exaggerated expression, gesturing with her fingers as she spoke, “One was bitten to death by a wolf, one died of fright, and another got a strange disease and became mute, even losing the use of his hands…”

Ma Ying couldn't help but shudder, and forced herself to walk over despite feeling nauseous.

But when she smelled the stench on Zhang Qingshan, she couldn't help but vomit.

Zhang Qingshan flew into a rage and berated Ma Ying, "You vicious woman! You're the one who ruined me! If you hadn't encouraged me to betray you, would I be in this situation today?"

Ma Ying was already angry: "How dare you talk to me like that? You were the one who said you were going to sell your brother to make money! He's filthy and smelly, disgusting!"

She was never satisfied with marrying Zhang Qingshan, and now she only feels endless disdain.

If it weren't for the children, she would have divorced long ago.

Aunt Pang: "Fine, I heard you clearly! You sold people! Human trafficking is illegal!"

Ma Ying, looking completely unfazed, said, "Go ahead and sue me if you dare."

Aunt Pang knew that in this remote mountain area, the law was not as powerful as the clan ties within the village.

She was speechless, unsure of what to say, when suddenly she thought of the legend of the mountain god.

Actually, she didn't believe it; she was just saying these things to scare Ma Ying.

Her eyes darted around, and she shouted loudly towards the steep south slope, "Mountain God, Zhang Fan's brother and sister-in-law have sold him out! Please keep an eye on him!"

Zhang Qingshan stood up, leaning against the broken wall. He had been suffering from illness and felt that his persistent illness might be a punishment from the mountain god.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but tremble, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Oh no, is he not going to make it through today?

Zhang Qingshan hurriedly said, "Zhang Fan, you've misunderstood. We just want to help you find a home."

Zhang Fan's voice was icy, and his cold gaze swept over: "So, are you going to return that money to me?"

Zhang Qingshan was about to speak when Ma Ying covered his mouth; "Don't talk nonsense."

She has children who will soon be of school age, and the family doesn't have much money to begin with, so she can't just hand it over like that.

Ma Ying smiled ingratiatingly at Zhang Fan: "Zhang Fan, your nephew needs to go to school. He is the only bloodline of the Zhang family. Consider this money a loan from your sister-in-law."

As she spoke, she ignored Zhang Qingshan's struggles and dragged him away.

The fat aunt spat at their retreating figures: "You despicable bastards!"

She comforted Zhang Fan, "Don't worry, they will definitely get their comeuppance."

Zhang Fan said gratefully, "Thank you, Auntie Pang."

As darkness fell, Li Chunyan had already returned home. She was preoccupied with her thoughts and walked absentmindedly, almost tripping over a stone.

Zhang Fan asked with concern, "Sister-in-law, what happened?"

Li Chunyan looked up and immediately forced a smile: "It's okay, you should go to sleep."

Zhang Fan lay in bed, listening to his sister-in-law tossing and turning like a pancake. Later that night, he heard her get up to count money, sighing as she spoke, and he knew she was worried about money.

In the middle of the night, a burning smell suddenly filled the air, followed by the sound of gongs and drums: "Fire! Fire!"

Most of the houses in the village are made of adobe with wooden roofs. The dry weather makes them very flammable, and a fire in one place could spread to the entire village.

Fire is a major event in rural areas, causing minor property damage or even financial ruin and loss of life.

So at this time, even if it's an enemy on fire, everyone will still rush to put it out.

Almost everyone woke up immediately and ran to the fire with buckets of water from their homes.

Zhang Fan sprang out of bed with a swift movement, went out into the yard, and looked toward the firelight.

Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, flames shot into the heavens, and the red flames illuminated a large part of the sky.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhang Fan grabbed the bucket and ran down the mountain, with Zhang Tiegen following behind, though not as fast.

Zhang Fan was afraid of being exposed, so he could only control his speed. In his opinion, it was already a snail's pace, but in Zhang Tiegen's eyes, it was as if a motor had been added.

The fire started at Zeng Guihua's home; the electrical wires caught fire, and the fire spread rapidly.

Fortunately, Zhang Youde notified people to cut off the power immediately, and since Zeng Guihua's house was a brick house, far away from other houses, the fire did not spread and only burned her house.

When Zhang Fan arrived, the fire had already been brought under control, and Zeng Guihua had been carried out, her life saved.

Zeng Guihua's face and body were blackened by soot, and her two exposed eyes were fixed on the house. She was agitated and made strange noises with her mouth wide open.

"Zeng Guihua, do you have a death wish? You deliberately spilled water on the power strip!"

"It's the middle of the night, if you're going to die, at least find a different way!"

"You're trying to drag our whole village down with you!"

"Village chief, we need to find a way to get her away."

Everyone was talking at once, all wanting to get rid of Zeng Guihua, this scourge.

Those who rushed in to save her were furious when they discovered that Zeng Guihua had deliberately started the fire.

Zeng Guihua's eyes were filled with resentment and malice.

She's always the one doing the scolding; when has anyone ever dared to scold her?

She has been subjected to more abuse in the past few days than she has experienced in the first half of her life.

Every word hit her right in the gut.

She wasn't seeking death; she was just thirsty in the middle of the night and wanted to drink water, but she spilled it.

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