"Pa--" Laizi's words had just fallen when a carrying pole hit the ground not far in front of him hard, splashing up a cloud of dust.
The beggar was so frightened that his face turned pale and he looked at the angry man tremblingly.
Even though Tang Shen was sitting in a wheelchair, he looked terrifying at this moment.
Especially those eyes, which were filled with extreme anger, as if they wanted to choose someone to devour.
The leper was scared and subconsciously hid in his mother's arms.
Laizi's mother patted Laizi on the back to calm him down, and at the same time, she scolded Tang Shen, "Tang Shen! What are you doing? You scared my Laizi!"
"What should I do?" Tang Shen's face was stern, and his eyes were even colder than ice. He looked at the mother and son in front of him, and his eyes were almost spitting fire. "I want you to know that even if I am lame or disabled, you can't bully my woman, Tang Shen! If I find out that anyone is targeting Zi Jin and wants to bully her again, the end will be like this carrying pole!"
As he said this, he slammed the carrying pole in his hand to the ground. Everyone heard a hair-raising "snap" sound, and the carrying pole broke into two pieces.
The huge recoil force caused Tang Shen's tiger's mouth to break, and blood soaked his entire palm.
This scene indeed had a great deterrent effect.
Qin Zijin frowned when he saw Tang Can's injured palm. He ignored the mother and son of the leper on the ground and walked quickly towards Tang Can.
He grabbed his hand and checked it, then with a cold face and without saying a word, he pushed the wheelchair and took Tang Shen away from the scene.
As soon as the talent left, the people around started talking about it.
Qin Zijin didn't say a word the whole way. He pushed Tang Shen back home, closed the door, and then went to get the medicine and gauze.
After cleaning Tang Shen's wound, applying medicine, and bandaging it, she frowned and criticized him dissatisfiedly, "Who made you so impulsive? Don't you want your hand anymore? Do you want to become lame and then have a crippled hand? Do you still want to live like this?"
Facing Qin Zijin's questioning, Tang Shen was not at all as domineering and fierce as he was outside. Instead, he was as docile as a little lamb. He lowered his head obediently and let Qin Zijin scold him.
Looking at him like this, Qin Zijin felt as if he had punched cotton, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to make.
"As a punishment, you can only eat vegetarian food in the next few days. There will be no meat." Qin Zijin gritted his teeth, snorted in his throat, left a word, and went into the house.
Tang Shen sat there, looking down at the gauze bandaged on his hand, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
He could feel that the relationship between him and Qin Zijin was steadily growing, which was a good thing.
Moreover, his legs have now regained sensation and the pain has gradually subsided. However, the itchy feeling that Qin Zijin mentioned is tormenting him every day.
However, this kind of torture was nothing to Tang Shen.
Qin Zijin and Tang Can both showed their power and severely intimidated Lai Zi and his mother. After Zhao Mantang learned that the two were looking for trouble with Qin Zijin, he also went to give them a beating.
Now everyone in the village knows that the young couple from the Tang family are not to be messed with.
After all, that evening, the beggar really climbed up the tree and fell down, breaking a leg and an arm. The beggar's mother was so anxious because of her son's accident that she didn't pay attention to the road while walking. She tripped over a stone, lost six teeth, and broke a leg.
For a while, the villagers were talking about it, and they all felt that Qin Zijin was really weird. After all, it seemed that anyone who offended her would have a bad ending.
Whether it was Tang Aimin's family, the Cheng family in Qinghe Town, or Laizi and his mother, their final fate was not good.
Such remarks naturally spread throughout the village.
Qin Zijin had no reaction to this.
The days go by one after another.
In the blink of an eye, December is over.
Time has come to the new year, and it is January of 1981.
The weather is getting colder.
Qin Zijin was wearing two cotton-padded jackets, and both jackets were filled with down, but she still felt very cold.
"This winter is really cold. Besides, it seems like it hasn't rained for a long time." Tang Aiguo sat on the wooden stool at the door, smoking a cigarette, looking up at the sky with a worried frown, and sighing softly.
Qin Zijin stopped and recalled what had happened. It seemed that it had indeed not rained for more than a month since he came here.
She originally thought that it was because the weather was cold and it was normal that it didn't rain. But now it seems that it is not normal.
"Dad, what will happen if it doesn't rain this winter?" Qin Zijin couldn't help but ask.
"The impact is huge. Look at the ponds in our village and the water in the irrigation canals. There is not much water left, right?" Tang Aiguo glanced at Qin Zijin, took two puffs of his cigarette, and then asked slowly.
Qin Zijin recalled it and realized that it was indeed the case.
Because of the dry weather, the water level in the pond has dropped a lot, and the irrigation canals are dry. There is water in the reservoir, but it is only for emergency use, and it is not used by Shangao Village alone, but is a public water source for more than a dozen nearby villages.
"Won't the rice planting next year be greatly affected?" Qin Zijin began to feel a little worried.
"Yes, the impact is not small. And the snow hasn't fallen yet." Tang Aiguo smoked and sighed worriedly.
It is said that auspicious snow means a good harvest. However, the temperature is so low this year, but there is no snow yet. It is already January, while in previous years it would start snowing in mid-December.
Tang Aiguo is not the only one in the village who is worried. Many experienced elderly people have the same concerns.
Qin Zijin was also a little worried, but because she had a portable space, she was not as worried as others. After all, she had no shortage of food. There was a large amount of supplies stored in the space. Even if there was a severe drought, it would be enough for the family to eat for a long time.
At this moment, in Qinghe Town, a dusty car drove into Qinghe Town. In the car sat a young man who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. He was wearing a black long windbreaker, a camel-colored scarf, and had a serious face. The man looked ahead with sharp eyes, but the red bloodshot eyes silently told of his fatigue.
This person is Mo Qinghua, who has been engaged to Qin Zijin since childhood.
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