Hearing Shan Zhenhai call him "brother," Wei Mo couldn't help but laugh.
Ah, kids, it's no big deal to make a brother for fun, what could be more important than playing?
Wei Mo took his sister's spear and handed it to Shan Zhenhai.
"Remember to return it after you're done using it. Listen to me from now on, and I'll lend you any good stuff I find."
Dan Zhenhai was overjoyed to receive the spear, tapping his head repeatedly.
"Okay, Brother Wei Mo, then my brother and I will be leaving now."
After Shan Zhenhai finished speaking, he handed the two bags of frogs to the two siblings, and then he and his brother ran off in a flash.
Wei Xiaomin was a little resentful towards her younger brother. She had such good things, but her brother just lent them out without asking.
"Brother, why did you lend out my spear too? What if they break it?"
The way the older sister in front of him questioned him was quite adorable.
"When my sister needs one, I'll make her a new one, twice as expensive as the old metal skewer, okay?"
Hearing her brother's words, Wei Xiaomin stopped being resentful and picked up the cloth bag. She and her brother walked slowly towards home.
Now Grandma Yu has also joined the ranks of those weaving fish baskets, and Grandpa Yu, not wanting to join the group of girls, takes a shovel to repair the muddy road between the two houses.
Upon seeing his eldest grandson and granddaughter return, the old man dropped his shovel and ran towards the two children.
Looking at his eldest grandson and granddaughter, who were carrying cloth bags, they walked very slowly and rested frequently.
"Give it to Grandpa, Grandpa will help you take it."
The old village chief took the bags from the two children, his eyes lighting up. He could hear frogs croaking inside, so the weight was definitely substantial.
"Thank you, Grandpa. I'll give you frog legs for dinner tonight."
The old man was very happy to hear this. Qian Manman, that foodie, always ran over as fast as she could whenever Wei Mo brought something back.
"Wow, so many again. Uncle Yu, give them to me, I'll take care of them and make sure everyone is satisfied with the food."
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, a series of gong sounds rang out in the village. Each time the gong was struck, it meant something was going on. In the morning, it meant starting work, and in the afternoon, it meant holding a large meeting.
Without a doubt, a large meeting was being held to criticize Zhao Haixia. Everyone in Wei Mo's family was eager to participate, but the old man wouldn't allow them to go.
After all, criticism and struggle sessions are not a good thing, and they can easily create enemies. The old village chief, who originally planned to go to the meeting, was grabbed by the leg by his eldest grandson.
Wei Mo had never witnessed the power of a denunciation meeting before, and now that he was in this era, he naturally had to go and see it for himself.
As the head of the village, the old village chief had to go. Looking at his eldest grandson clinging to his leg, he had no choice but to agree, otherwise Wei Mo really wouldn't let go.
Wang Zhenhua couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to spank Wei Mo's bottom a couple of times, but the old man quickly pulled Wei Mo into his arms.
"Godfather, just keep spoiling him!"
With Grandpa Yu's protection, Wei Mo became arrogant!
"My maternal grandfather spoils me, hehe."
After saying that, he made a face at Wei's mother, which made her laugh. The old man then burst into laughter.
The brigade headquarters, the threshing ground.
Not many people came. Although everyone likes to watch the excitement, holding a large meeting can create enemies, so everyone was thinking that it's better to avoid trouble.
The captain, along with two other men, escorted Zhao Haixia.
"Given what has happened in the past few days, as everyone should already know, I won't repeat it. Now, let Zhao Haixia talk about the mistakes she made, and then everyone will punish her!"
Zhao Haixia looked utterly dejected, which was somewhat heartbreaking, but there's always a reason why someone is pitiful.
Wei Mo was held in the old man's arms, and he sighed helplessly.
Does a woman have to live without a man? Didn't several single female educated youths live just fine before?
Ultimately, it was my own laziness. In this era, everyone is the same. As long as you are willing to work, the brigade will give you something to eat.
She was just being lazy at home and still wanted to eat; ultimately, it was her own fault.
Wei Mo understood this clearly, and everyone else naturally understood the same principle.
Besides, there are plenty of bachelors in the village. Even if you find a young man, it's better than breaking up someone else's family.
Wei Mo shook his head, listening to Zhao Haixia's repentance. She didn't realize her mistakes at all; she was just pretending to be pitiful and trying to gain everyone's sympathy.
Even Wei Mo could understand it, so how could everyone else not understand?
“I was wrong, I’ve let the village down. Please forgive me because I’m a widow. I didn’t want this to happen, but I still need to make a living.”
As soon as Zhao Haixia finished speaking, Sui Guangyi's parents and wife rushed over, took off one shoe, and slapped Zhao Haixia's face repeatedly.
Zhao Haixia was calling for help, but no one came to her aid. Sui Guangyi's elderly father kicked her several times.
Zhao Haixia's face was swollen from being hit by the sole of the shoe, and a lot of her hair was also lost by Sui Guangyi's mother.
Sui Guangyi's wife, Wang Guihua, slapped Zhao Haixia with the sole of her shoe, scratched her with her hand, and continued to curse. After the beating, Zhao Haixia's face was completely unrecognizable.
Wang Guihua also knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. Sui Guangyi's parents also felt sorry for her and rushed over to comfort her.
"My God, how am I supposed to live now? How can I ever face anyone again!"
Sui Guangyi's parents were also distressed upon hearing this and tried to comfort him from the side.
“Daughter-in-law, we’re so sorry. Get up, let’s go home, and from now on, our family will listen to you.”
As the saying goes, a son should pay for his father's debts, but the parents also bear responsibility for their son's mistakes. The elderly couple felt that their whole family had let Wang Guihua down.
The villagers who came to the meeting all went up to comfort her, but no one cared whether Zhao Haixia, who had been beaten, lived or died.
After Wang Guihua's family was sent away, the remaining people went up and hit them a few times. The old village chief sighed, stopped watching, and took Wei Mo home.
Wei Mo was suddenly filled with a certain fear of this era. If this were in later generations, Zhao Haixia might have called the police.
It's fair to say that this era has both good and bad aspects.
"Don't tell them when you get back, okay?"
Before the old village chief went home, he gave Wei Mo some instructions, and Wei Mo obediently nodded. What was there to say about such a thing?
"Okay, Grandpa."
Looking at his eldest grandson in his arms, the old village chief smiled and kissed Wei Mo's little face.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, your beard is prickly, prickly!"
After kissing Wei Mo, the old village chief touched his own face, noticing a new stubble of beard had grown, and then patted Wei Mo's little head.
"It's Grandpa's fault. When we get home, Grandpa will get rid of the beard and stop it from scratching my great-grandson."
Seeing the old man trying to cheer him up, Wei Mo turned the old man's face over and gave him a quick kiss.
"I would never dislike Grandpa!"
The father and son went home laughing. There was a group of women at home who had no interest in knitting. The old man had ordered them not to go out, and everyone had to stay at home obediently.
She would occasionally look up at the gate of the courtyard to see if the two of them had returned.
That's human nature; the more you try to stop someone, the more curious they become.
Upon seeing the grandfather and grandson return, everyone put down their work and went to greet them.
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