The clan knew that the matter of the granary must not be exposed, as it was their future asset, and Chen Fu immediately gave his assurance:
"Of course. Last time we saw a cave in the back mountain, it was very good. It was well-ventilated and dry, perfect for storing grain. The elders in the clan said that it was a place used by our ancestors."
Xie Ming understood what Chen Fu meant; he knew the situation of the cave better than the Chen clan members.
But that place was not as reliable as this one, so Xie Ming ruled out the idea of finding a place to store food on the mountain from the beginning.
With Xie Ming's consent, the Chen clan members became even busier.
Chen Fu and his men became even more cautious. Apart from the older generation of villagers who stayed behind to guard the granary, the others rarely went in or out during the day.
After dark, the participants in teams 2, 3, and 5 covered for each other, and the elderly did not attract anyone's attention.
The people of Xiangyang Village were secretly hoarding grain, but Master Xie, who was far away in the big city, had no idea.
Those who have seen him these days say that he is getting more and more energetic and younger.
But his young wife knew exactly how weak and terrifying the old man was.
The Xie family, who lived in the same compound, also noticed the old man's panic. No one knew the reason or dared to ask, only feeling that the atmosphere in the house was becoming increasingly oppressive.
Master Xie dared not say it, but could he say that he was being haunted by unclean things and was doing the work of being a groom and preparing food every day?
He not only had to feed her, but also had to satisfy her! He was exhausted and scared! He was scared of the cold, damp, and sticky touch, and even more scared of the excruciating pain.
To outsiders, he appeared radiant, but he knew he was only using the rest of his life for survival; he probably wouldn't live much longer.
"come over!"
Back in his room late at night, Master Xie stared gloomily at his young wife standing at the door.
"Old Xie, I...that..."
"You know me, just listen to me!"
Master Xie's face was tense, his muscles twitching, and his eyes were full of tyranny.
These days he has been reflecting on whether he did something wrong or offended some deity.
After thinking it over, he remembered what his good father had said: "You should let your grandson repay your kindness!"
This sentence kept repeating in his mind. Was that really the case? It was because his good father saw what he had done that he used the same method to make him repay his debt of gratitude!
If that's the case, then this woman in front of me is hateful!
She was the one who noticed that Old Qian's granddaughter had feelings for her grandson and spoke highly of the girl on her behalf. That's why he didn't even refuse when Qian Youdong mentioned his granddaughter's marriage to him.
This woman was the first to agree after he decided to let Xie Ming repay his debt of gratitude.
Looking back now, I realize she had ulterior motives. Xie Ming was the only son in the fifth son's family. If his line was cut off, wouldn't there be one less person to compete with her own children for the inheritance?
Haha~ But even if he brings his grandson back now, will those things let him go?
No way! He knew it wouldn't happen! He knew very well how much that thing liked him.
Now that I'm going to hell, this woman has to go with me!
The woman stared in horror as the man pulled out a rope and a stick from somewhere... She began to tremble. At first, he only used his hands, but as he grew weaker, those ubiquitous objects became his tools for torturing her.
But she couldn't call out, because her stepsons were all watching her closely. If she revealed even the slightest hint or weakness, her children would be in big trouble. She had to endure it.
The ordeal, lasting over an hour, began in the quiet of the night. Unbeknownst to the woman, the man's nightmare began after she fainted.
Feeling lonely and empty in the dead of night, Xie Ming, having nothing else to do, went to visit his beloved grandfather in his dreams.
Seeing the same routine every day, he rolled his eyes in disdain. These things were so uncreative, so Xie Ming changed "she" to "them".
That night, Mr. Xie experienced unprecedented pain. He didn't know how he got through it until he woke up and found himself in the hospital, only to realize that he had been unconscious for a day and a night.
Master Xie looked around in alarm, fearing that the things from his dream would actually appear before his eyes.
How can there be so many? Why are there so many? Just how many favors does his father owe?
Mr. Xie was a little emotionally unstable and started to shout and scream in a suspicious manner until the doctors and nurses appeared and calmed him down.
The Xie family descendants also saw through the scheme, but if their master fell ill, would they still have the same conditions they had today? Obviously not.
No one wanted Master Xie to fall ill, so they decided to keep the news a secret at all costs. They also had to find someone to treat him.
Of course, Xie Ming's parents were not among the descendants who wanted Master Xie to be restored to his former status. They knew perfectly well that no matter how high Master Xie's status was, it wouldn't be as good as theirs.
Their only son was sent to the countryside by the old man without a word, to be treated like merchandise.
This shows they don't take their family seriously at all. The couple secretly hoped that such a heartless person would leave soon.
If they leave, they can then bring their son back.
The Xie family was thrown into chaos because of Master Xie's health, and they spared no expense in showering him with doctors and good medicine.
But what does this matter? Master Xie's condition will only get worse...
Xie Ming thought this was fine. Didn't he like to use his seniority to make the younger generation repay his kindness?
Even if your elders are no longer in this world, surely they are in the afterlife!
You've already repaid your father's kindness, and there's your mother's, your grandfather's, your grandmother's, and so on, generation after generation... Just accept it!
More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the people in the warehouse have been working overtime day and night.
Young and middle-aged men would sneak over here whenever they returned to the village from the factory, and the older generation was also working with all their might. Xie Daguabi was generous in giving everyone a boost.
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