Zhao Xiaomei said unhappily, "Luo Qiao, don't forget that we are the only family in this village that has some relationship with you. So what's wrong with lending you some things?"

After saying that, they walked out with their things in their arms. The two sisters were only thinking about taking the things home quickly and didn't pay any attention to the villagers coming down the slope.

What they thought was that as long as the things were in their home, they would just deny it. What could an orphan like Luo Qiao do to the Zhao family?

But they were wrong. Luo Qiao was not used to their bad habits. When they ran out of the gate and walked about two or three meters forward, Luo Qiao shouted at the top of her voice: "Robbery! Robbery!

The Zhao family won't let anyone live. Come and see, the Zhao sisters are robbing things, not even letting an orphan girl go."

Luo Qiao found a small piece of onion in the space in advance, squeezed out the juice in her hand, closed her eyes and wiped it upwards, tears streaming down her face.

At this moment, the team leader was escorting a township cadre who was down on official business to the village entrance. He stopped when he heard the voice.

Luo Qiao had a shrill voice and could sing soprano. When she shouted, all the people from the village's private plots gathered around to watch the fun. The two Zhao sisters were now in a state of confusion, neither advancing nor retreating. They felt ashamed as they looked at the people who had gathered around them.

Among the people who came down from the mountain was the loudmouthed Li Xiulan. Li Xiulan just couldn't stand other families getting better off than they are. A few days ago, the Zhao family's son was taken away by someone, but they also got 200 yuan from that person, so she was feeling unfair.

So he said, "These two girls from the Zhao family are really amazing. Luo Qiao said she would not lend them the money, but they ran away with her. They also kept saying that your family is the only one in the village who has some relationship with Luo Qiao, so what's wrong with borrowing some things? You are so shameless. You have the nerve to bully a little orphan girl."

Luo Qiao just kept pretending to cry. There was a choking smell on her hands, and the more she wiped away her tears, the more she cried. She was really trying hard.

Li Xiulan spoke first: "The two daughters of the Zhao family came to Luo Qiao's house and saw the enamel washbasin and Jiefang shoes that she had just bought. They asked to borrow them. Luo Qiao said that she bought them because she had nothing, so she couldn't lend them.

But the daughter of the Zhao family said that the other person was stingy, and that she was the only one with whom she had some relationship in this village. How could she not be anxious if she took the other person's things and ran away? "

Zhao Xiaomei said angrily: "Aunt Xiulan has everything to do with you. It was obviously lent to us by Luo Qiao."

Li Xiulan was not someone to be trifled with. She scolded, "You guys did such a shameless thing, and yet you still don't let people stand up for you? I'm not the only one who heard it. Five or six of us heard that they said they wouldn't lend it to you."

An aunt who was following Li Xiulan also said, "Even if they don't lend it to you sisters, you can't just snatch it and run away. Isn't this obviously bullying?"

The captain approached Luo Qiao, who was crying uncontrollably, and asked, "Luo Qiao, stop crying first. Tell me what's going on."

Luo Qiao wiped her face with her sleeve and hiccuped, "Not long after I came back from the commune, the second sister of the Zhao family came and asked me if I needed help to clean up my private plot. You can see the private plot when you come to my house. I don't know what the second sister Zhao meant by this.

I had no choice but to tell the truth that I had packed everything. Later, Sister Zhao asked me if I had gone to the commune. She walked into the house without caring whether I agreed or not. When she saw the Liberation Shoes on the kang, she asked to borrow them.

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