"He hasn't stolen enough, has he?" Zhang Fengxi pointed at the villagers. "Go ask everyone whose family hasn't had their fruit and sweet potatoes stolen by your Wang Fushun. We're keeping it a secret out of respect for our relatives, but you still have the nerve to say your son didn't steal?"
"you..."
Just as Aunt Wang Liu was about to retort, discussions arose around her.
"That's right. Last time I cooked two ears of corn for my daughter, but when I turned around, only one was left."
"And the bacon I brought out earlier, I couldn't bear to eat it myself, but he came and stole several slices."
"It's fine that they stole petty things in the village, but now they're still like this. We might as well just kick them out."
"It will be quieter for us if they leave."
“…”
When Aunt Wang Liu heard that these villagers wanted to drive her away, she didn't even dare to refute. Being left alone at this time was basically like having one foot in the grave.
The seriousness of this issue was far more serious than a couple of persimmons and a basket of wild vegetables. Aunt Wang Liu could only smile apologetically and say, "Well, we used to be neighbors, so there's no need to be so serious. So, I'll teach Wang Fu a lesson in the future, and please bear witness for me."
As she spoke, she patted Wang Fu's back gently and said, "Go and return the persimmons to the owner."
Wang Fu held the persimmon and refused to give it up. It was right in his mouth. If he let it go, his efforts would be in vain. He said dissatisfiedly, "Mom, didn't you let me take it just now? Why don't you let me take it now..."
Aunt Wang Liu covered Wang Fu's mouth and laughed dryly. "That's just kid talk nonsense. It's getting late. We should pack up and get going."
Facing everyone's contemptuous gazes, Aunt Wang Liu returned the persimmons to Su Man and fled, not even daring to take back the few wild vegetables.
...
Zhou Anan helped Su Man put the persimmons back into the backpack, and looked up at Su Man with admiration.
It was obvious that Su Man had conquered Zhou Anan by using the same method against him.
Su Man was amused by Zhou Anan who was circling around her. "Okay, stop circling around Auntie. There are so many persimmons that we can't eat them all and they will rot. Give some away."
"Then I'll go deliver it now."
Zhou Anan now thinks Su Man is good no matter how she looks at him, and he is happy to do whatever Su Man asks him to do.
"Hey wait."
Su Man called An An and asked, "Do you know who to send it to?"
Zhou Anan counted on her fingers, "Fourth uncle, village chief, blacksmith uncle..."
He read them out, and all of them were people who had a good relationship with them or had helped them.
Su Man was surprised at Zhou Anan's attentiveness. She also felt that this child knew how to repay kindness, and she liked him a little more.
The villagers were very grateful for Suman's persimmons and gave her some food in return.
Now I don’t have to worry about the persimmons being difficult to preserve, and my relationship with the villagers is more harmonious.
When the persimmons were sent away, Zhou Pingping was still stretching her head. When she saw Zhou Anan carrying back the return gifts, she bit her lip and looked at Su Man. When Su Man looked at her, she quickly turned her eyes away.
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