Chapter 48 Shanglin Village Becomes a Target of Refugees
Mu Chengrong, who was always pampered, was suddenly hit. Although the other party did not use too much force, Mu Chengrong was still furious.
At eight years old, he had never been hit by anyone; at home, he was always the one hitting his older sisters.
Mu Chengrong didn't even turn his head before cursing at the people behind him.
"Which bastard hit me? Are you out of your mind? I'll have my grandma beat you to death...you..."
Mu Chengrong turned around while cursing, and when he saw the village chief glaring at him from behind, he trembled in fear.
"Village...Village Chief..."
The village chief snorted coldly, "Heh, didn't you just call me a bastard? Now you know to call me 'Grandpa,' but this old man can't accept that."
The village chief glared at Mu Chengrong. If it were his own grandson, he would have given him a good beating first before talking about anything else.
The village chief steadied himself, glanced coldly at the menacing refugees around him, and said in a chilling voice,
"Everyone here comes from a poor background. If we hadn't been desperate, no one would have fled the famine. Now, our village of seven or eight hundred people is almost out of water and food."
Sigh! Life is tough!
The village chief's boasting and pleading poverty was an attempt to refute Mu Chengrong's earlier boasting about his wealth.
However, the village chief's words did not have much effect. Seeing the unfriendly looks around him, the village chief couldn't help but frown.
He gave instructions to the men who were guarding the camp that day.
"Everyone should be more alert today. It's getting dark, so please don't leave your posts. My eyelids have been twitching all day, and I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen."
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The village chief glanced around, then walked solemnly into the camp. He didn't go home but went straight to Mu Dachang's house.
Mu Chengrong, who had slipped back a step earlier than the village chief, was snuggling in Zhao Juhua's arms.
"Grandma, I just won an argument with a chubby boy."
Upon hearing that her grandson had won the argument, Zhao Juhua immediately began to praise him with a face full of pride.
"Wow, my grandson is really amazing!"
Mu Chengrong continued,
"He said he was some kind of young master, but I don't believe him at all. His clothes aren't even as good as mine. He's obviously just bragging..."
"Mu Dachang, Zhao Juhua..." Zhao Juhua was about to praise her grandson a few more times when she saw the village chief walking over.
Mu Dachang, who was gathering firewood nearby, heard the village chief's shout and quickly ran over.
"The village chief is here, is there something you need?"
Seeing the village chief's bad expression, Mu Dachang's heart skipped a beat. His son had gone out to fetch water and hadn't returned yet, and he was afraid of hearing bad news from the village chief.
“You should keep a close eye on your son, Mu Chengrong. If you let him go around spreading rumors again, don’t blame me for kicking you out without any consideration for your feelings.”
Upon hearing that it wasn't about Mu Youcai, Mu Dachang breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Mu Chengrong, who was being held in his wife's arms.
"Village chief, has Chengrong gotten into trouble?"
Before the village chief could answer, Zhao Juhua jumped up.
"How dare you talk like that, you old fool! My Chengrong is such a good boy, how could he cause trouble? If anyone is going to cause trouble, it's someone else. My grandson wouldn't."
Village chief, do you have a problem with our family? Why are you always coming to bother us?
You'd be better off worrying about other people. That wretched girl, Mu Zhaodi, has been lying there for a long time; she might have already passed away.
It's bad luck to travel with a dead person on the road.
The village chief gave Zhao Juhua a cold glare.
“Zhao, you may be unreasonable, but you’re not stupid. Look at the way those people are looking at us. Do you want to eat us all up?”
Today's campsite was set up on an open field with no shelter around it. Zhao Juhua couldn't help but shrink back when she looked around. There were always people around their campsite when they set up camp before.
But today is different. Today, those people's eyes seem to be filled with possessiveness and aggression, and they are unfriendly everywhere.
Zhao Juhua said, forcing herself to speak.
“Village chief, these people must be starving, but what does this have to do with Chengrong?”
"It's all your fault, village chief, for choosing such a bad campsite. My son Chengrong is just a child; what those people think has nothing to do with us."
"It's alright?" the village chief scoffed.
"These people today have a very close relationship with your precious grandson."
You don't know, do you? He's the one who brought all these people here. Mu Chengrong just had a fight with the children of the refugees on the outskirts, and every sentence he uttered was about how rich he is, how well he eats and dresses, how much water he can bathe in, and how much food he can eat every day.
Do you realize how tempting these words are to those refugees outside who are dying of thirst and hunger?
Zhao Juhua wasn't stupid; on the contrary, she was quite clever. Seeing the murderous glares around her, she immediately chickened out.
"I...I...Chengrong is still young, he doesn't understand these things..."
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