The next morning, before leaving for work, Su Xiuju changed the diapers for the two little ones. Looking at their rosy little faces, she was so fond of them that she reluctantly left the house after a long while.

A short while later, Zhang Laidi arrived at the door carrying a cloth bag.

I gave her the gauze yesterday, and she finished it all. With my wife helping out, her efficiency is astonishing.

Meng Shuyun took the cloth bag and examined its quality with focused attention.

Two hundred pairs of flowers were neatly arranged. Although the work was rushed, the workmanship was meticulous, and the stitches were solid.

"You did a really good job," Meng Shuyun said, counting out twenty yuan and handing it over with a smile. "It's twenty in total. Count it and see if it's right."

Zhang Laidi's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly reached out to take it, beaming with joy: "Sister Meng, thank you so much, the amount is correct. If there is any work in the future, please let me know. My wife and I are idle at home all day, and we are hoping to earn some money to supplement our household income."

Meng Shuyun nodded and carried the remaining fabric along with the box to the door: "The fabric is all here. Go ahead and do your work. Bring it over when you're done."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law work together so well that they can make two hundred pairs of sewing machines a day. They are truly experienced at sewing machines, quick and skillful.

Zhang Laidi put the money in her pocket, picked up the box and smiled broadly: "Then I won't bother you any longer. I'll go back first and deliver it as soon as it's ready."

You can earn 20 yuan a day, which is more than what migrant workers in the city earn in a month. The more you work, the more you earn.

Zhang Laidi was overjoyed. She would have been happy to sit in front of the sewing machine and work without eating.

Over here, Meng Shuyun tidied herself up and made sure Su Xiulan was settled before stepping out the door to deliver the goods.

No sooner had she left than Su Xiangnan pushed his wheelchair slowly out of the neighboring yard and stopped in front of the Meng family's gate.

The gate was tightly shut, and all was quiet.

"Cluck cluck cluck..." In the yard, an old hen flapped its wings and suddenly flew out.

Su Xiangnan remained calm, took a handful of millet from his pocket, and casually scattered it on the ground.

Outside the courtyard, the faint sounds of children crying and being comforted could be heard. Su Xiangnan listened quietly for a while, then turned his wheelchair and prepared to leave.

Just then, the door behind them creaked open.

Su Xiulan, wearing a coat and a maternity hat, stood at the door and gently called out, "Xiang Nan, I have something to ask you."

Her gaze fell on the old hen diligently pecking at the grain, then paused, looking at Su Xiangnan with a determined look in her eyes, and asked:

"Chicken, you put rat poison in it, didn't you?"

The day you entered the yard, Jiang Xue picked up a chicken that had been poisoned.

That's why they got poisoned and had to go to the hospital after eating chicken.

Yes or no?"

Su Xiangnan sat in his wheelchair, silent, staring straight at Su Xiulan.

A moment later, he suddenly gave a cold laugh: "If you say so, then so be it. What can you do about it?"

Su Xiulan stared wide-eyed in shock at Su Xiangnan, as if she had heard something unbelievable, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Is this still the Su Xiangnan I know?

In my memory, he was responsible, taciturn, yet extremely conscientious.

The person in front of me seemed to have changed completely; they were two entirely different people.

"you……"

Su Xiulan opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Su Xiangnan's face grew even colder, and he said coldly, "Go ahead and say what I am, I am such a treacherous villain. Let me give you a piece of advice, Meng Shuyun: if you dare to have any ill intentions towards my people, I will do more than just poison a few chickens."

"Xiang Nan, you weren't like this before. What did your mother do to offend you?"

Su Xiulan was completely puzzled, her eyes filled with hurt.

"The fact that she's alive means she's offended me."

Su Xiangnan uttered those words coldly, each one as sharp as ice.

Su Xiulan was completely confused. He had only been back for a short time, and her mother had been very caring towards Gu Xue. How could he have offended him?

How did things get to this point?

Just then, Su Xiangbei and Jiang Xue returned, along with a large group of people, followed by Jiang Xue's family.

Jiang Xue's father, Jiang Jinbiao, had two sons: the eldest son, Jiang Jianjun, and his wife, Sun Hongmei; and the younger son, Jiang Jianguo, and his wife, Zhao Lili. This large family of six surrounded Su Dahai, their eyes sharp and aggressive.

Jiang Xue, holding her child and with her chin slightly raised, came to demand justice, relying on her status as a victim and the support of her family.

Mao Xiaoli was the first to speak up. Looking at Su Dahai, she couldn't wait for him to open his mouth and shouted impatiently, "When are you going to deliver on your promise to give Xiaoxue compensation?"

Surrounded by the crowd, Su Dahai was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He looked at Su Xiangbei, hoping that his son would stand up and say something.

But Su Xiangbei seemed not to notice his father's pleading eyes. He was busy serving tea and water to everyone, not daring to lift his head or even look at Su Dahai.

He knew perfectly well that no matter how angry his father was, he was still just one person.

If you anger Jiang Xue's family, you're sure to suffer the consequences.

He could clearly distinguish between the advantages and disadvantages of being alone and being part of a group.

Seeing that Su Xiangbei was pretending to be stupid and refusing to help him, Su Dahai's face turned pale and then red, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Dealing with these villagers was already a headache for him; they were all unreasonable, and today's villagers were even more outrageous.

“Jiang Xue’s mother, look, our whole family has been poisoned. Jiang Xue has already given birth. I’ve paid for the groceries for her postpartum care and bought the formula. What more do you want?” Su Dahai said, barely suppressing his anger.

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