These words were spoken with such force that the women who had been gossiping about Ning Jing behind her back couldn't help but change their expressions.
No one wants to bear the blame for driving the family of a martyr to their deaths.
Those who knew Widow Yang rushed forward to help her up, waved for the surrounding people to disperse, and said in a conciliatory tone, "Never mind, go to the fields quickly!"
If we're late, we'll lose work points.
Upon hearing this, everyone quickened their pace, eager to leave.
Unexpectedly, Ning Jing stepped forward and blocked Yang Jinhua's path.
Then I heard her say in a cold voice, "Apologize!"
The woman who had been trying to smooth things over was also dumbfounded when she saw this.
When did Fu Hongxing's family become so stubborn?
She was clearly in the right just now, so why is she still not letting it go!
"Apologize……!"
Seeing that Yang Jinhua did not give birth, Ning Jing raised her voice slightly, raised the sickle she had just pulled from the ground, and said to the widow Yang in a low voice.
Wang Guihua came out a little earlier than Ning Jing and the others, and was bending over to cut rice.
You should know that the autumn harvest is the most important season of the year.
Although time may be long, no one can predict when fate might change its mind.
The rice stalks, already bent over, need to be cut down under the scorching sun, threshed, and then dried and stored in the granary while the weather is good.
Otherwise, if it rains one day, the millet will all fall to the ground and be wasted.
Farmers grow grain because they rely entirely on the blessings of nature.
The weather has been good these past few days, and the production team leader and village chief have given everyone a firm order: they must take advantage of the good weather and hurry up and harvest.
Moreover, if it rains after the harvest, they can take the opportunity to cultivate the land and plant some corn, sweet potatoes, soybeans, and other miscellaneous grains.
Apart from grain, other miscellaneous grains were distributed by the production brigade according to the number of households in each village that produced more grains.
So even though everyone was exhausted these past few days, they were willing to do it.
Everyone hopes to have a few more bites of full food.
Some families with many members would exchange the distributed grain for coarse grains, along with wild vegetables, so that they could at least survive until the following year.
Wang Guihua's family is almost entirely composed of able-bodied men, so they manage to save some coarse grains every year.
However, there aren't many.
After all, strong laborers are good at working and eat a lot.
Besides, the children are all growing up, and we still need to arrange marriages for our sons.
These past few days, Ning Jing and her family have been eating sweet potatoes that they managed to store in their cellar last year.
For this, her mother-in-law even came to her house to scold her husband, saying that their family was so rich they couldn't even manage their own affairs, yet they had the energy and resources to care about the lives of other people.
Fortunately, her mother-in-law was someone who cared about her reputation.
Even if they were scolding, it wasn't in front of Ning Jing and her family.
A look of worry crossed Wang Guihua's face as she thought about how few sweet potatoes she had left in her cellar.
If the autumn harvest can be completed sooner, the brigade can distribute the grain sooner.
That way, at least the family will never run out of food.
Thinking of this, Wang Guihua's men cut the rice even faster.
"This is terrible! This is terrible!"
Sister-in-law Guihua, Ning Jing is arguing with that widow Yang.
A woman who was on good terms with Wang Guihua rushed to the field and called out to Wang Guihua, who was bending over to work.
"……What?"
Thinking of Ning Jing, who had just recovered, Wang Guihua forgot about her work and immediately grabbed the sickle in her hand and ran in the direction the woman pointed.
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