"They can't even make ends meet, yet they still want to eat dark flour buns and complain that the porridge isn't filling enough. If you ask me, they're still not hungry enough! This is like a beggar complaining about spoiled food. If that's the case, why be afraid to raise another Zhaodi?"
"There are all kinds of people in the world, I've really opened my eyes today!"
After pulling Sun Jinhua, Fan Qian then pulled his mother. Fearing that their continued discussion would provoke public anger, he smiled obsequiously at the old village chief and said, "Okay! I think it's fine. Let's listen to the old village chief."
The old village chief's face was gloomy and ugly. He glanced back at the little girl who was being protected by Shui Qing, took a deep breath and said, "You can read too. You wrote a contract, both parties signed and sealed it. Everyone present is a witness."
Fan Qian pressed further, "What about the grain?"
“My elder brother and nephews will move it back to my warehouse once the deed is signed.”
Fan Qian and Fan Dazhu and the others relaxed.
Since Fan Qian's family did not have paper, inkstone, brush, or ink, the group moved on to Fan Jinshuiqing's house.
Zhao Di turned to gather her clothes, but Yan Qiu and Xing Hui grabbed her and whispered, "Little sister, don't bother, we still have clothes for you to wear."
"I cleaned out a room a couple of days ago, it has everything I need. I found out today that it was for you, so you don't need to bring anything."
They had witnessed and understood their aunt's character firsthand. As her biological daughter, Zhao Di didn't actually receive any special treatment. Going to pack her things might only result in a beating or scolding.
Not worth it!
Hearing her elder and second elder sisters' words, Zhao Di felt tears welling up in her eyes again.
She walked between the two men, never looking back once.
Sun Jinhua watched her daughter leave without looking back, feeling both disappointed and resentful.
Ultimately, you can't raise a daughter to be ingrained.
Fan Jin entered the main house and quickly took out two identical contracts. There was a large blank space next to the contracts for everyone to sign and affix their fingerprints. He also brought out writing materials along with them.
In front of the villagers of Shanshui Village, both parties signed the contract.
Fan Jin waited until the ink was completely dry before handing one copy to Fan Qian, while carefully keeping the other copy for himself.
After tucking the black face into his sleeve, Fan Qian hurriedly asked, "Where's Black Face?"
Fan Jin went to open the warehouse.
Inside, neatly stacked bags of black flour were revealed.
Fan Qian swallowed hard, suddenly regretting that he had agreed so readily.
He should have asked his mother to ask for more; who knew his younger brother's family had so much!
He said with a shameless grin, "Second brother, can I borrow your donkey cart for a bit?"
"Unfortunately, all the carts at home are going to haul soil, so I can't borrow one, brother." Fan Jin said calmly, making up a perfunctory excuse without showing any embarrassment.
Fan Qian gritted his teeth, snorted, and turned to the old village chief to ask to borrow a cart.
Li Wenwang Guifen responded with the same reason.
I asked several people in a row, and they all said the same thing.
Fan Qian understood that this meant they were being looked down upon, and he guessed they wouldn't lend him the money.
Fan Sanzhu said impatiently, "Dad, let's each carry one bag, and we'll be back in two or three trips! We don't need to borrow their cart."
Several people started moving the black mask, but the dozens or even hundreds of men acted as if they didn't see it and didn't offer to lend a hand at all.
Shui Qingyan and Qiu Xinghui led Zhao Di towards her room.
"You're in luck! We're slaughtering a pig today, so we can have some pig-slaughtering soup."
"Your mother cleaned the room for you, and it's spotless."
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