After dividing the silver and the knife, and agreeing on where the remaining silver would go, the men were satisfied and prepared to leave to go home.
“Wait a minute, old village chief, I have an idea,” Hu Wenhua suddenly said.
The man in the courtyard stopped and looked at Hu Wenhua with curiosity.
"Old village chief, we encountered bandits on our way back. Although we were able to overcome them thanks to the big knife and our unity, the lime also played a very important role. So I was thinking, could we not use the lime we bought this time to plaster the walls?"
"Or should we store it away just in case?" Hu Wenhua explained calmly.
Before he finished speaking, everyone present immediately started discussing it, and the conclusion was one of unanimous agreement!
In fact, they all agreed without discussion. Not only did the men in danger agree, but the old village chief also agreed, and even the elderly, women, and children in the village would agree.
After all, not everyone has a broadsword, and even if everyone did, it wouldn't be good. If the sword isn't in the hands of a skilled person, and it gets taken away, the danger it poses would be even greater!
Furthermore, if there are many bandits attacking the village, the walls can block them, but knives cannot cause damage. At this time, lime can be very useful!
Give them a whole bag of food, and once their eyes are injured, let's see how they can still do evil and try to steal other people's property!
“Wenhua is right. Let’s not plaster the walls yet. Let’s wait until the flood is over and things are stable before we plaster the walls. They won’t spoil anyway.”
"The lime is stored in the front study room, which is convenient if it is ever needed."
"By the way, old village chief, you didn't know, did you? Many wealthy families in the prefectural city have been robbed!"
"We don't know when the effects of this flood will subside. The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are obviously fewer and fewer things to eat in the wild. This can't go on."
The conversation shifted from concerns about the village's safety to worries about the disaster victims outside, and the previous cheerful atmosphere turned somber.
The old village chief looked at the injured men and sighed as he advised them, "We are just ordinary people with little influence. In this day and age, it's already difficult enough to take care of ourselves, our wives, children, and elderly parents."
Sighs rose and fell, eventually dissipating in despair.
When Hu Wenhua returned home, his mother couldn't stop crying after learning that he was injured.
Butcher Hu wished he could grab his butcher knife and kill the bandits one by one. But when he heard that the yamen runners had already arrested the bandits and that they would be falsely accused of crimes they didn't commit, he muttered, "Won't those evil people who were framed by them be off the hook?"
He wasn't kind-hearted; he was glad these bandits couldn't get out. But by making them bear other crimes that weren't theirs, wouldn't the real perpetrators of these evil deeds go unpunished and continue killing and arson outside?
"Sigh, there's nothing we can do. We have no right or ability to question how those officials will deal with things," Ding Heli replied helplessly.
Looking at her mother who was constantly wiping away tears, Hu Wenhua didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only state the facts: "Mother, we live a comfortable life in the village and time seems to pass quickly, but those disaster victims are struggling to make a living and their days are probably like years. The kind-hearted ones may have died long ago, and it is common for the remaining ones not to be vicious."
"Mother, don't be sad. If we hadn't been at my sister and brother-in-law's house, we probably would have been hurt countless times by now."
Hu's mother understood this principle, but understanding it was one thing, but seeing the blood soaked through the gauze on her son's backpack still broke her heart.
Her two children were the apple of her eye; she would rather be hurt herself than hurt either of them.
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