Two hundred yuan!

This is outrageous! Many families in the village have never seen so much money in their entire lives.

The dozen or so burly men that Song Guixiang brought waved the sticks in their hands at the opportune moment, their threat quite obvious.

Although the villagers were indignant, they dared not step forward in the face of this situation.

Wang Youcai was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at Song Guixiang, cursing her.

"You vicious woman! Since Father fell ill, have you given him a single hot meal? You even took his cotton-padded coat and gave it to your father!"

Enraged, Song Guixiang rushed forward to hit Wang Youcai, slapping him hard across the face.

"You've gone too far! How dare you talk to me like that!"

Village Chief Zhang quickly stopped him and turned to Accountant Song.

"Old Song, are you trying to kill someone?"

Accountant Song still smiled, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"Village Chief Zhang, you can't say that. My daughter has been mistreated in her husband's family; it's not unreasonable for her to ask for some compensation, is it?"

Wang Dajiang, who was on the oxcart, suddenly started coughing violently, and his face turned pale.

Seeing this, Village Chief Zhang knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he gritted his teeth and said...

"Okay, I'll pay for it!"

Village Chief Zhang went home to get money, but he didn't have enough at home, so he borrowed from several other families and finally managed to scrape together two hundred yuan.

Song Guixiang took the large wad of money handed to her by Village Chief Zhang, counted the bills one by one with her fingers wet with saliva, and grinned from ear to ear.

She rolled the money into a ball, stuffed it into her inner pocket, patted the bulging spot, and then swayed her hips to make way.

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had just made that decision earlier?"

She glanced sideways at Village Chief Zhang and said in a shrill voice.

"The villagers are all watching; this money was given voluntarily. Don't come back later and say I'm extorting them!"

Village Chief Zhang's face turned ashen, but he could only suppress his anger.

"I've given you the money, now you can let Dajiang go, right?"

Song Guixiang pouted and rolled her eyes at Wang Dajiang on the oxcart.

"Get out of here, get out of here, so you don't get in the way!"

After saying that, she turned around and waved to the group of burly men she had brought.

"Let's go home and have a drink! It's my treat today!"

Wang Youcai stood to the side, his face deathly pale.

He watched as his father's hunched figure was carefully lifted onto the oxcart, his lips trembling but unable to utter a word.

Only when the oxcart creaked and groaned away did he snap out of his daze, take a couple of steps to chase after it, and then stop dejectedly.

"father..."

His voice choked with emotion, but he was powerless to do anything.

Seeing this, Song Guixiang stepped forward and grabbed his ear.

"What are you crying for? It's bad luck! Come on, go home and serve my guests!"

That afternoon, the aroma of meat wafted from the Wang family courtyard. (Song)

Gui Xiang not only killed the only old hen in the family, but also bought five catties of pork and two fish from the market, filling two large tables with food.

She even had her younger brother buy a string of firecrackers from town and set them off loudly at the gate of the courtyard.

"Come on in, everyone! It's my treat today, Song Guixiang!"

She stood at the door and shouted loudly, her voice full of pride.

"That old geezer is finally gone! Let's celebrate!"

The villagers watched from afar, pointing and whispering, but no one dared to step forward.

Only the group of people brought by the Song family sat around the table, drinking from large bowls, eating large chunks of meat, and making loud noises that could be heard far and wide.

Wang Youcai squatted by the stove, mechanically adding firewood into the firebox.

The firelight illuminated his flushed face, whether from heat or anger, it was hard to tell.

He listened to the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts outside, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

"Youcai! Where have you been? The wine's all gone!"

Song Guixiang's voice came from the courtyard.

Wang Youcai suddenly stood up, knocking the bowl on the stove to the ground, where it shattered with a "crack".

He stared at the shards on the ground, then suddenly turned and walked toward the back door.

Where are you going?

Song Guixiang blocked the doorway, her breath reeking of alcohol.

Wang Youcai kept his head down.

"I'll go...go check on the fields."

"What are you looking at? You're not leaving today!"

Song Guixiang grabbed his collar.

"Stay put and don't embarrass me!"

Wang Youcai looked up, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Song Guixiang was startled by that look and subconsciously let go.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Youcai pushed her away and strode out of the courtyard.

"Wang Youcai! If you dare leave, don't come back!"

Song Guixiang jumped up and down cursing behind him, but Wang Youcai didn't turn his head and quickly disappeared on the path at the entrance of the village.

...

The next morning, at the Beijing Railway Station.

Su Jianguo pushed a brand-new wheelchair and stood anxiously with Wang Xiulan at the exit.

Village Chief Zhang called last night to say that Wang Dajiang was taking the 4 a.m. train and was expected to arrive at the station at 7:30 a.m.

He also recounted how Song Guixiang blocked Wang Dajiang's way when he went out.

These past two days, Wang Xiulan's mother's condition has been deteriorating, and Su Jianguo has had no time to deal with it. He can only thank Village Chief Zhang and say that he will definitely repay his kindness in the future.

Exit.

"Jianguo, how is our older brother doing these days?"

Wang Xiulan's face was pale, and she was full of worry.

"Village Chief Zhang said that Song Guixiang, that shrew..."

Su Jianguo patted his wife on the shoulder. Ever since Wang Xiulan's mother fell ill, his wife had been worried sick every day and had lost more than ten pounds.

"Don't think too much about it, let's talk about it after we pick up our older brother."

Wang Xiulan nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the exit.

She tensed up when the announcement came over the loudspeaker that the train had arrived at the station.

As the crowd began to pour out, Wang Xiulan stood on tiptoe to look around.

Suddenly, she froze, then rushed out.

"Big brother!"

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