The three Fans, who returned cursing and swearing, confirmed Xu Laosan and Fan Xiaoliu's guess.
"Not to mention we're from the same village, we even share the same surname, Fan, yet they won't help at all! They're so secretive and unhelpful when trying to find out anything. They're just a dog in the county magistrate's household, yet they actually think they're someone important!"
"Uncle Da Mu keeps asking about things in our village. When he hears something bad, he can barely suppress his smile, but when he hears something good, his eyes turn gloomy. It's making me uneasy. Dad, is something wrong?"
"What could possibly happen? He won't help us, he's not going to harm us!"
When the other men heard Fan Damu mentioned, they quickly asked what was going on.
They had heard about the disaster relief grain, but firstly, they weren't familiar with Fan Damu, and secondly, they were afraid of delaying the reunion time, so they bought the supplies and rushed back. Now that they heard Fan Qian and his two sons talking about it, they quickly asked about it.
Amidst the complaints of Fan Erzhu and Sanzhu, the men of Shanshui Village all learned of the situation.
Then they felt relieved that they hadn't asked Fan Damu for help, otherwise they would have been treated like dirt!
During the torrential rain and the subsequent construction of thatched huts, Fan Damu's entire family stayed at Fan Qian's house for more than ten days. However, Fan Qian was treated this way. If those of them who hadn't helped him build the thatched huts had gone to help, they would have been scolded and sent away.
They're doing well now, with food at home and income, so it's best not to provoke them.
The disaster relief grain has been distributed. If they have any, they can come and collect it. If not, they can eat the grain they have stored at home. Anyway, they won't go looking for Fan Damu. Since they are all strangers, nothing should happen.
After Hu Wenhua counted the number of people and made sure no one was missing, the team set off in an orderly fashion.
There were more than thirty of them, all of them strong and muscular men. In particular, the leader, Hu Wenhua, was so tall and sturdy that he was like a small mountain, which was quite intimidating.
In particular, not only did they eat their fill at every meal, but they also had three meals a day. Once people are full, their energy and spirit are immediately different. Compared with the sallow-faced, emaciated, and weak disaster victims on the roadside, they could easily take on ten of them!
Moreover, apart from their leader Hu Wenhua, who was dressed somewhat better, most of the rest of them were patched and patched, clearly from poor families. Such a strong yet poor group was not of interest even to the hooligans among the refugees.
They're looking for easy prey, preferably a lone, easy-to-find sheep!
People who are so poorly searched that they would risk their lives for even a few coins are not within their target range.
Hu Wenhua and his group did not dare to let their guard down and returned to the village without stopping. When the boy guarding the embankment by the gate saw them return, he quickly jumped down and opened the gate.
He also shouted it out loud once more.
After everyone and the car had all come in, the men quickly helped close the gate and brace it against the large wooden pillar.
People from every household in the village who were home came out to greet them.
The able-bodied men were all out digging in the soil, while the village was mostly populated by the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, with children making up the majority of the population.
The children cheered and came to greet them.
Hu Wenhua waved to the children with a rough smile, then pulled out an oil paper package from somewhere. Inside were small, round balls.
It's crystal clear, and looks so beautiful when the sunlight shines on it!
The children stared longingly at what Hu Wenhua was holding, not understanding why, but knowing it was something good, they hesitated before approaching.
Li Wenxu, the third brother, was taken aback. They had just visited the pastry shop today and bought candy for their children, so they recognized it as a sugar ball at a glance!
Even the cheapest candied hawthorns cost several tens of coins, so why did Hu Wenhua buy them for the children in the village?
"Come on, everyone gets one, three candies each. Everyone under thirteen gets one. Those who didn't come can take them home," Hu Wenhua said with a hearty laugh.
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