"Did the bump hurt you?"

Lin Qingyu wiped away her tears before pushing Gu Shi into the house.

“I didn’t think about anything, I just felt sorry for that child, who even brought me those canned fruits at noon.”

Lin Qingyu's gaze drifted to the things on the table, which she had bought that morning and was planning to take to Li Xiuhua's place.

Malted milk powder is expensive, which is why it cost so much money.

Zhao Xiaobao was home alone, and when he saw them return, he happily ran over.

"Auntie, what happened at the supply and marketing cooperative? Did you bring me anything good to eat?"

Seeing Zhao Xiaobao's innocent and uninhibited words, she smiled and squatted down, magically pulling out several White Rabbit candies from her pocket.

"Here you go. We're not going to the supply and marketing cooperative lately. We've already bought a lot of things. If you want anything to eat, just go to the kitchen!"

Zhao Xiaobao danced with joy. He didn't have any other hobbies, but he always wanted to eat something, yet he didn't dare to pester his uncle to buy it for him.

Fortunately, his uncle found a virtuous, beautiful, and kind aunt, and he was overjoyed.

Holding the White Rabbit candy, Zhao Xiaobao ran off, most likely to find Gu Xiaojie next door.

Lin Qingyu watched Zhao Xiaobao's running figure, and the unease in her heart slowly dissipated.

She was just too nervous; it's not like she's never experienced death before.

She and Gu Shi exchanged a glance, but before they could move, they heard the village's loudspeaker begin to broadcast.

"Hey, hey, hey! Notice: All villagers of Lihua Village, please come to the village ancestral hall immediately for a meeting."

"All villagers, please come to the ancestral hall immediately for a meeting. There is an important matter."

Village chief Feng Weiguo's voice was urgent, and most people were guessing whether it was related to the supply and marketing cooperative's matter today.

Since it was a supply and marketing cooperative that was burned down, it definitely needed to be reported to higher authorities, and it needed to be rebuilt and put back into operation.

How could the village possibly afford to pay all that money?

Before long, almost everyone in Lihua Village went to the ancestral hall. Except for some women who stayed at home to take care of their children, almost everyone who could go went.

More than a hundred people gathered in the ancestral hall, but it did not feel crowded.