Several kind-hearted neighbors in the village carried him into their own courtyard.
As the burly men carried the stretcher, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
Zhu Xiuqin, walking behind the crowd, staggered, looking as if she had lost her soul, her head hanging low almost to her chest.
Her back view exuded a sense of exhaustion and dejection.
The Buddha aged more than ten years overnight.
Her hands gripped the empty wooden box tightly; it was where she hid her secret stash of money.
That box...
Now it is completely empty.
It seemed that even her will to live had been completely drained away.
Only at this moment did Su Qingzhi stay by Shen Cunpu's side, supporting him.
After the two entered their room, Shen Cunpu looked at Su Qingzhi, who was carefully counting banknotes one by one on the table.
He wanted to ask about the situation, but in the end he just pursed his lips and swallowed his words in silence.
He knew Zhu Xiuqin all too well.
That man was a miser; he wanted to squeeze every single penny until he broke a sweat before he would let go.
Now that she has lost three hundred, it feels to her as if she has lost an arm.
She'll probably cry all night and won't be able to sleep.
But that money did save their second brother's life.
If Su Qingzhi hadn't bought the medicine in time...
Shen Zhiyu is probably already buried and at peace by now, isn't he?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.
The anger subsided.
So, it looks like three hundred-yuan bills...
What else could it possibly be?
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