“Mrs. Sun! I thought I shouldn’t say these things to you because you’re a woman, but listen carefully now!”
Now that Fan Zhaodi has been adopted by Fan Jin and Hu Shuiqing, she is only a relative to you. From now on, only Fan Jin and Hu Shuiqing can make decisions regarding her; it has nothing to do with you!
Sun Jinhua, her neck stiff with indignation, retorted, "So if they beat or scold Zhaodi, I can't even say a word?"
"No!" The old village chief stared at her intently, his answer decisive.
"If you're worried about her suffering in the future, you shouldn't have the thought of selling her! If you're not comfortable with Fan Jin and Hu Shuiqing, take advantage of the fact that Hei Mian hasn't moved out yet, destroy the contract immediately and take Zhao Di away!"
Today, the black-faced creature left the house and entered your bellies, its effects unchanging.
Sun Jinhua gritted her teeth and looked at Zhao Di.
Shui Qing stepped forward and blocked Zhao Di's way.
The old village chief was saying to her, "Why are you always looking after the child? Do you expect the child to take the blame for your anger?"
“You must remember who saved you from the flood! It was Zhao Di, your only daughter, who gave your family a thousand catties of black powder. From now on, she is your niece and your savior.” The old village chief said to Sun Jinhua, his gaze sweeping over the villagers.
The men and women of Shanshui Village belatedly realized, "Oh right, it was Zhaodi who saved her family's life."
Grandma Xu sighed, "Jinhua, you used to say that raising daughters was useless, but don't say that anymore. Look, if it weren't for Zhaodi, where would you have a thousand catties of grain?"
Her granddaughter, Xu Ting, scoffed, "Grandma, don't worry, it's no use her saying anything now. She only has one daughter, where would she find a second one to sell?"
Grandma Xu changed her tune: "Oh, Jinhua, your whole family has to work hard from now on. If you can't make ends meet, you'll have to sell your son."
Look at our village, those who work hard have all survived; they don't have to sell their children.
'Pfft'
Some people couldn't help but burst out laughing and quickly covered their mouths with their hands, their bodies shaking as they tried to hold it in.
Some couldn't help but burst out laughing without restraint.
What? Sun Jinhua has no shame, why should they care about her reputation?
Sun Jinhua's face flushed red, and she quickly left after saying, "Help the boss move the black mask."
Once she left, the men and women saw no need to stay any longer, and after saying goodbye to Shuiqing, they went to fetch soil.
The old village chief lagged behind, looking at Zhao Di and instructing her: "From now on, this is your home. Your second uncle and aunt have put up with so much for you. You mustn't be an ungrateful wretch."
Fan Zhaodi looked back at the old village chief, her eyes clear and bright. "Grandpa Village Chief, I know. I don't know how to say it, but Grandpa Village Chief, you can watch me do it from now on."
The old village chief smiled with satisfaction.
The anger he had suffered at Fan Qian's house and the speechlessness he felt when facing Sun Jinhua all vanished at this moment. He finally understood why Jin Xiaozi and Hu Shuiqing had helped this little girl.
She deserves help.
He smiled at the little girl and said, "Grandpa probably won't live to see what you do in the future, but Grandpa believes you will do very well."
After saying that, he waved his hand, refusing to let anyone see him off, and walked out leaning on his cane.
This child won't have to worry about anymore. Things will only get better and better after he joins the family. Good family traditions bring blessings to future generations.
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As the crowd dispersed, the morning's farce in Shanshui Village came to an end.
After the dust settles, those who need to go to the barren mountain to dig soil should do so, and those who need to go home to cook should do so—we've changed the meat today, so we have to cook it properly!
After Li Wu and Li Qiang helped their father home, they quickened their pace to dig soil. Since they had switched to pork, they left Wang Guifen at home to cook, and would deliver the dishes over at noon.
It took Fan Qiansun, Jinhua, and the others three trips to move all 1,000 jin of black flour home.
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