Every step I take is to safeguard my family's wealth today.
"My darling, my sweetheart." Old Mrs. Qiao hugged Qiao Lian'er tightly.
"If it weren't for the sickle, where would this home be? If it weren't for the sickle, who could protect this home?"
To survive in this world, the most important thing is to rely on your brain, not your physical strength.
Otherwise, when the grain requisition team arrives, no matter how capable the Qiao family is, they will be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of those people.
Most of all the grain and money had to be handed over.
Thinking of this terrible fact, Old Mrs. Joe trembled all over.
The rest of the Qiao family also found out, and they were all still shaken but also relieved.
One storm after another, thankfully they had the sickle, otherwise, when the crisis came, they would have been caught off guard and watched helplessly as their savings were emptied.
“We’re far from Ning County. Those people will probably arrive the day after tomorrow, and our courtyard will be finished by tomorrow night,” said Old Qiao.
During this period, the craftsmen from the three construction teams worked until 9 PM.
In just about twenty days, a large courtyard was built.
“With so many families in the village, won’t they all suffer? Should we let everyone know?” Da Meng said.
"Not to mention everyone, but at least those who are particularly close to our family, and those relatives, I'm afraid we should remind them."
"No." Qiao Lian'er shook her head.
“If one family does this, it can be said to be a coincidence. But if so many people do it, then they must have been in cahoots. In that case, they might all be arrested.”
"This is the current policy, an inviolable law; we can only take care of ourselves."
"Being soft-hearted is the worst thing you can do; it harms both yourself and others."
Everyone agreed wholeheartedly, and the thought of their fellow villagers suffering filled them with mixed emotions.
But Lian'er is right. At times like these, we should only look after ourselves and not say a word more, lest we bring trouble upon ourselves.
In the middle of the night, Qiao Lian'er got up to use the outhouse and suddenly noticed that Da Hong was gone and the area next to the carriage was empty.
Could someone be trying to steal the horse? But Da Hong is a spirit, and strangers can't take it away.
Is someone in the house out?
After thinking it over carefully, Qiao Lian'er arrived outside Da Yong's room.
Da Yong and Da Cheng slept in the same room, with one bed against one wall.
She looked inside through the window and, sure enough, Da Yong was gone.
Qiao Lian'er didn't make a sound and quietly returned to her room, but she couldn't fall asleep with her eyes open.
I just hope Brother Dayong will play it safe.
Shi Zhenxiang's legs were broken during the day, and he was just left lying on the roadside, with no one caring about him.
The Shi family is now disliked even by dogs; relatives avoid them whenever they see them, so they don't care about Shi Zhenxiang's life or death.
Shi Zhenxiang was unconscious until midnight when he woke up. He was in excruciating pain all over his limbs and kept whimpering. In the moonlight, his face was as pale as paper.
He was in excruciating pain and couldn't help but bang his head against the wall, trying to pass out and escape the agony.
Accompanied by the sound of galloping hooves, a fast horse arrived at the village entrance. A man dismounted and walked towards him step by step, his tall figure resembling a demon from hell.
Shi Zhenxiang recognized the face, his eyes widened, and he trembled all over.
"No, don't come any closer..."
But the other party wouldn't listen to him at all; they picked him up as easily as picking up a chick.
Step by step, I walked towards the river.
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