Chapter 115 This old guy hid over 300 yuan

Old Mrs. Cui's withered fingers clutched her front of her dress tightly, and a hoarse moan escaped her throat.

"I didn't hide anything, I didn't hide anything at all!"

The bandit grinned maliciously, and with a sudden twist of his thick wrist, Old Lady Cui's fragile knuckles made a teeth-grinding sound.

The bandit's other dirty hand roughly reached inside her patched coarse cloth shirt and ripped it open—

Sizzle!

The sound of tearing fabric was exceptionally clear.

The small cloth bag, wrapped in countless layers and tightly bound to the undergarments with thin rope, was forcibly pulled out.

"You old geezer, you still dare to hide money!"

The bandit opened the cloth bag, saw the money and food coupons inside, and grinned.

Grandma Cui was struck dumb; her cloudy old eyes widened instantly, bursting with astonishing power.

She charged headlong at the bandits: "Give it back! That's my savings for my funeral!"

That contained over three hundred yuan of her hard-earned money, which she had saved penny by penny. Her whole family was counting on this money to live in the countryside from now on.

The bandit was knocked off balance and, feeling humiliated, roared in anger, "You're asking for death!"

He raised his foot, his hard-soled leather boots clad in them, and kicked Old Lady Cui hard in the waist and abdomen.

Old Mrs. Cui's thin body was kicked away like a withered leaf.

It slammed heavily onto the cold, muddy ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

She curled up, her body convulsing in pain, yet she still futilely reached out to the bandits, wanting her money back.

The bandit stuffed the money into his pocket and turned to his accomplices who had already walked away, saying, "This old guy hid more than 300 yuan."

The bandits returned, grinning maliciously, and robbed Old Lady Cui and Liu San once again.

This time, they didn't even spare the tattered quilt and the few pieces of dry food.

Before leaving, seeing Liu San still wailing, the leader disgustedly swung his stick.

They slammed their fist down on his kneecap, and with a sharp crack, Liu San lost consciousness.

Grandma Cui also suffered a beating; she covered her face and screamed in agony, blood seeping from between her fingers.

One of her eyes was only a blurry blood red, and her leg was twisted at an odd angle.

Previously in the military compound, Old Lady Cui, with her cowardly and bullying behavior, tried to steal Song Juan away as her daughter-in-law.

Now, in front of real bandits, she instantly cowered like a rag doll, only able to humbly beg and wail.

The three Zhao sisters huddled together under the car, crying so hard they were shaking like leaves.

Song Juan never expected that her words before leaving would come true, and that Grandma Cui and the others really did encounter bandits.

At this moment, Old Lady Cui lay in the cold dust, gazing in the direction where the bandits had disappeared, her heartache far outweighing her physical pain.

It felt like a gaping hole had been ripped open in her heart, letting in a blast of cold air.

That 307.8 yuan should have allowed them to live a good life in the countryside for a while, but now they have nothing left.

Old Mrs. Cui's withered eyes were sunken, and not a single tear could be shed; only a despairing stillness remained.

After this ordeal, Liu San became paralyzed, and Old Lady Cui lost sight in one eye and became lame in one leg.

At an age when she should be enjoying her retirement, Old Lady Cui is forced to spend her days limping and caring for Liu San, who is bedridden and incontinent.

Grandma Cui was so busy that she had no time to cause trouble anymore.

On countless quiet nights, she often thought of the wonderful days she spent in the military compound.

If she hadn't conspired with her son and three granddaughters to force Song Juan to become her daughter-in-law, would all of this have been avoided?

Grandma Cui deeply regretted her actions, but there's no going back.

You have to bear the consequences of your own actions.

Of course, these are all things to be discussed later.

When news of Old Lady Cui's ordeal reached the compound, no one felt sad or upset for her; instead, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Finally, someone acted on behalf of Heaven and punished that madwoman and her family.

Everyone unanimously agreed that this was no bandit, but rather a righteous man who acted on behalf of Heaven to punish evil and promote good.

Shen Wanjun wrote to Shen Kun, treating the matter of Old Lady Cui and Liu San as a joke.

Shen Kun received the letter and smiled as he read it.

After writing his reply, he said to Feng Ji beside him, "You did a good job this time."

He then shoved a stack of ten-yuan notes into his hand, saying, "Take this and buy some good food for your wife and kids."

Feng Ji was overjoyed. "Thank you, Brother Kun."

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Song Juan has been extremely busy these past few days. In two days, she will be attending a short-term training course for barefoot doctors organized by the commune health center.

Although it was only three months and she could come back on weekends, she was still worried about Shen Wanjun.

Huang Ya took care of all the formalities and certificates for Song Juan. He said, "I'll take you to Dalaba Village, and you can go to the county from there."

Shen Wanjun chimed in, "Juan'er, my uncle will come to pick you up then."

Song Juan nodded and steamed another pot of buns. "Sister-in-law, I understand."

"Stop busying yourself, go and read a book," Shen Wanjun urged.

"I'll watch it tonight." Song Juan remained silent, focusing solely on making steamed buns, steamed bread, and pickled vegetables.

"That's enough, that's enough. This will last until the New Year." Song Zhan, worried that she would get tired, pushed her out.

“Both Huang Ya and I can cook,” he said. “We won’t go hungry.”

Huang Ya's cooking skills are average, so Song Zhan doesn't plan to give him the chance to cook; he'll just let him assist him.

Song Juan rolled her eyes. "Who cares if you're hungry or not? I'm mainly worried about my sister-in-law."

As he spoke, he took Shen Wanjun's hand and instructed her, "Sister-in-law, you must not do any heavy work. No, you must not do any work at all. Let my brother do it all."

"Pregnancy is tough enough, you need to rest well and be happy."

Shen Wanjun smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

Song Juan: "Let my brother and Dr. Huang take care of you."

Shen Wanjun was both amused and exasperated, and nodded in agreement: "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."

At the dinner table, Song Juan brought up the topic of lactation again, questioning Song Zhan, "Brother, have you learned how to do it?"

Song Zhan paused, momentarily stunned by his eating motion: "I'm learning."

"Then you'd better hurry up and learn. You're dawdling. My sister-in-law is due to give birth in a few months. Don't wait until my little nephew is born before you've even learned it."

Song Zhan obediently accepted the scolding: "Okay, I'll study tonight and try to learn it in the next two days."

He originally thought that Shen Wanjun's due date was still several months away, so there was no rush.

Only after Song Juan reminded him did he realize how urgent the time was.

Song Juan nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Shen Wanjun and said, "Sister-in-law, you see, my brother just needs someone to urge him on."

Shen Wanjun couldn't help but laugh and gently patted Song Zhan's hand: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, learn slowly."

If there is no breast milk, she will be fed formula.

Anyway, she wouldn't be as foolish as Du Meiling, torturing herself like a pig being slaughtered every day.

After breakfast, Song Juan went to work as usual.

Soon, she rushed home again: "Dr. Huang, come with me quickly."

"Brother, sister-in-law, come on over too."

None of the three knew what had happened, so they could only follow.

When I arrived at the hospital, there was a large crowd gathered at the entrance. I wondered what had happened.

Song Juan: "What did you see?"

The three shook their heads: "We only see a lot of people."

Song Juan pulled the three of them inside, saying, "Look!"

Upon entering the gate, Shen Wanjun noticed that many people were standing on both sides of the corridor.

They were holding red banners with yellow characters rolled up in their hands, craning their necks and looking around, as if they were urgently searching for something.

A joyful shout pierced through the crowd: "Dr. Huang is here! Dr. Huang is here!"