Lin Fuqiang waited until the rain stopped in the middle of the night before taking Ma Fengjuan home. Lin Guoqing was waiting at his door, holding some agarwood and asking him to bring it over, saying it was a good tonic for women.
He watched as the father and son carried Ma Fengjuan, whose face was as pale as paper, into the house like a wandering soul. Lin Fuqiang's mother just sat there in a daze, not moving at all. The whole house seemed dead and silent. Lin Guoqing did not dare to go in.
Lin Fuqiang pushed the tricycle out and returned it to Lin Guoqing. He wanted to take a cigarette out of his pocket, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't put his hand into his pocket. It was Lin Guoqing who took the cigarette out for him and lit it with a match.
Lin Fuqiang took a deep puff of his cigarette, then squatted on the ground, "...National Day..." His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, giving Lin Guoqing goosebumps.
"Hey...Brother Fuqiang, if you can help me, my family will definitely help."
Lin Fuqiang shook his head. "...There's nothing great about it. It's all my own fault...it's all retribution..."
"It's all retribution."
…
When Lin Guoqing returned home, Chen Chunhua asked him how he was, but Lin Guoqing also shook his head. He didn't know what to say.
"I feel like Brother Fuqiang is a bit... He just kept talking about retribution... It was only this afternoon, and now his hair has turned a lot whiter."
Chen Chunhua frowned and sat silently beside Lin Guoqing. After a while, she said,
“…Isn’t this retribution…”
Sometimes fate is a mysterious thing.
That year, she and the villagers rescued Lin Erniu. In the past few years, Lin Fuqiang's family has been relatively smooth sailing. It seems that his fate has changed, but in the end, the debt owed before still has to be repaid.
In his previous life, his family lost a child, and in this life, they still lost a child. In his previous life, Lin Fuqiang had no intention of becoming the village party secretary, so he only served as the village party secretary for a few more years in this life, but in the end, he still couldn't do it.
God's thunder will not strike innocent people, but it will strike when it is time, it is just a matter of time.
"If Ma Fengjuan had sincerely apologized when Xiuying lost her child, or even kowtowed to them and hadn't been so arrogant...this wouldn't have happened now."
"And Yinling..." Chen Chunhua was a little speechless. Just before Cai Yinling left, she said, "Who can be sure that Ma Fengjuan only killed two children?"
Even if this is retribution, if you calculate it carefully, you will feel that it is not enough.
Lin Guoqing and Shen Chunhua sighed together.
"After you finish your work during the day these past two days, why don't you go over to check on her in the evening? I don't think anyone else will come to visit. Her parents' home is far away, and we don't know when someone will come. It seems that the old lady hasn't recovered yet. See if there's anything you can do to help Ma Fengjuan.
It would be useless for me, a man, to go there, you…"
"I know, I'll go." Chen Chunhua said softly, even if it was to do good deeds for her family. She couldn't just stay away from Lin Fuqiang's family when they were in trouble.
Everyone has a ruler in their heart. If you do this today, next time someone else interacts with you tomorrow, they will have to be careful.
Ma Fengjuan had done something truly immoral, so her retribution would be fierce. They, on the other hand, should try not to do even the smallest immoral things. You have to live your whole life, and who knows when someone, overtly or covertly, might step in and trip you up.
"As a human being, we should keep our tails between our legs. We must educate our children well and never let them do anything immoral!"
Lin Guoqing slammed his fist into his palm. This was the biggest lesson he learned from this incident. When it is time to clean up, you should clean up, but you must never indulge and spoil them.
Chen Chunhua thought about it and felt that the four children in their family were actually all okay. At most, the third child was a little naughty, but they would not do anything immoral or harmful, let alone something bloody.
Just a few days after thinking this, Lin Shuchao was beaten by his father.
Everyone was busy with the double harvest, and after finally finishing harvesting all the rice in Lin Guoqing's fields, the adults were still busy leveling the rice fields in preparation for transplanting rice seedlings again. Only the third and fourth children were left in the threshing yard to watch and turn the rice.
This job is easy, as long as it doesn't rain. Lin Shuchao, holding a rake taller than himself, said he wanted to perform "Sun Wukong's Three Strikebacks on the White Bone Demon" for his younger sister. This was the picture book Chen Chunhua had bought for them in the county before summer vacation began.
Lin Shuchao stood there waving for a long time without getting any further. Finally, he turned several times on the spot, raised his rake with all his strength, and swung it downwards like a hoe.
"Third brother! Be careful!"
"Ga ga ga...ga (↗)"
Lin Shumei didn't see whether the White Bone Demon was defeated, but she saw the duck. Her brother's rake hit the duck's neck perfectly, killing it instantly.
The three old men were all dumbfounded. They stood there blankly, their hands still gripping the rakes. "...Where did the duck come from?"
"I don't know... It rushed over from the side, and it ran so fast..." Lin Shumei was also stunned. She stepped forward to observe it carefully, and finally concluded, "...It's not our duck."
"Third brother, you're done."
Lin Shuchao: ...
Lin Guoqing chased Lin Shuchao across half of the village, and the broom handle was broken by him and turned into nunchakus.
The half-wet paddy field was almost like boiling water. She asked him and his sister to watch over it in the threshing ground because she felt sorry for them because they were too young. She was afraid that if their tender skin was bitten by leeches, it would be her and Chunhua's turn to feel distressed.
What is this brat doing? Is it Sun Wukong's three fights against the White Bone Demon?
If I don’t beat him up today and teach this damn kid a lesson, he’s not his father!
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