The tragic state of Fan Qian's family, especially the stench of being forced to drink excrement, left an indelible mark on the people of Shanshui Village.
At the same time, it strengthened my belief that sprouted potatoes should not be eaten!
Shui Qing looked at Fan Qian and his group suffering, but felt no pity; she only thought they deserved it.
What is stolen must eventually be returned.
Seeing that Fan's mother and Sun Jinhua were in particularly bad condition, he could only sigh that they deserved it.
The original owner lost his life because of them, and his children were constantly bullied and insulted by them. Now, it's a case of repaying kindness with kindness.
And this 'newspaper' was actually produced by them!
"Dad, Dad, Aunt Ding is here!" Zhang Hui pushed through the crowd and pulled a slightly plump woman forward.
The old village chief, leaning on his cane, went to greet them.
Whispers arose from all around.
"Aunt Ding actually came. After what Aunt Fan and Sun Jinhua did to her and her daughter, she was so angry that she hid in her house and cried. I didn't expect her to come today." Aunt Li looked at the slightly plump woman in the crowd and muttered.
"You're not still thinking of marrying your daughter to Sun Jinhua's son, are you? No, I misspoke, I meant to find someone for Sun Jinhua's son to marry into the family," Feng Dayan chimed in.
She thought this way because although the Fan family had fallen on hard times, they still had a solid foundation.
Not only do they have brick houses, but they also have dozens of acres of fertile land. These assets will not go to the son who married into the family, but at least the Ding family won't have to bear the burden of taking care of the elderly and their medical treatment in the future.
Grandma Xu said, based on the reality of the situation, "The Ding family is now providing medicinal herbs, which is a life-saving favor. They would probably agree to give up one of their sons..."
Shui Qing overheard a few sentences here and a few sentences there, piecing together the general situation.
She looked up at the middle-aged woman opposite the old village chief.
With a slightly rounded body and an equally round face, and a smiling expression, she seemed gentle and easy to talk to.
No wonder Sun Jinhua made him so angry that he hid in his room and cried.
If it were someone else with a fiery temper, they would only argue with Sun Jinhua.
Uh, that's her.
However, she felt that none of Sun Jinhua's four sons, or her nominal nephews, were good men.
If I were to actually marry into the family, I'm afraid it would harm my only daughter...
The old village chief never expected that the Ding family would come in person to deliver the medicine.
He assured her, "It's kind of you to not hold a grudge. Sun Jinhua was the one who acted unfairly before. Once this matter is over, I'll have them come to thank you in person."
Aunt Ding wore a polite smile on her round face and said kindly, "Old village chief, you're too kind. My husband and I are all from the same village, so it's only right that we help each other."
Now that her family is in trouble, we can't just stand by and watch them die, can we? The head of the household was worried that others wouldn't be able to brew the herbal medicine properly, so he asked me to come and brew it for them myself.”
Her words were magnanimous and forthright, and those around her echoed, "Aunt Ding is right. We're all from the same village, so we should help each other!"
"We should help each other from now on. Aunt Ding is our role model!"
Aunt Fan, Sun Jinhua, and her four sons had all witnessed the wickedness the Ding family had shown them.
Now Aunt Ding doesn't mind at all. Not only does she bring over herbs, but she also personally brews them. Who can match her magnanimity?!
Aunt Ding smiled slightly and, without hesitation, bypassed the crowd to go to the kitchen to brew herbal medicine.
After hearing these words, Shui Qing felt that something was amiss.
His words were measured and well-controlled; someone with such eloquence would never be so angry that they could only cry.
Not even a trace of resentment?
Even a clay figure has some earthy spirit. The only daughter of the Ding family, whom her parents doted on, was insulted and disliked. Isn't that even more painful than being directly insulted?
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