Lu Siqiao was both amused and exasperated when she saw this trend.
She approached Lu Wenqing and asked him to persuade the villagers to stop following the trend, because soon chili peppers would become worthless and ubiquitous.
Some people listened, while others continued to do things their own way.
They thought that the Lu family's main branch still grew chili peppers, and if others dared to grow them, why shouldn't they?
This also includes members of the Lu family's third branch.
In Shao Lihua's words, it's better to make things convenient for our own people than to benefit others.
Since the eldest son's family was going to buy chili peppers anyway, they couldn't very well watch them lose money, could they?
That day, after school, Lu Siqiao walked alone on a country road.
She studied until quite late, and by the time she came to her senses, it was already dark.
On the way back, we passed a small hillside with a mass grave, surrounded by various earthen mounds, exuding a chilling gloom.
Lu Siqiao usually walks with her classmates in groups and doesn't feel anything, but today a sense of unease wells up in her heart.
Having experienced death, she always had a sense of awe for life.
Moonlight spilled onto her hillside, and she could hear the rustling wind and faint footsteps.
A man wearing a baseball cap appeared in front of her.
"Little girl, shall I take you home?" He gave a cold laugh and walked towards Lu Siqiao step by step.
Startled, Lu Siqiao clutched her book tightly, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "Thank you, Uncle, but no need. Oh, Grandpa, you're here!"
She pointed behind the man and said, "When the man turns around, I'll run back!"
Damn it, I've run into human traffickers!
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