"Yuebao, your aunt's son Guan Jing was in a car accident. We need to go to the hospital to see him."
Zhao Ping looked at Ai Yunyue with a look of heartache and reluctance: "You may not be able to go home for lunch at noon, so remember to take good care of yourself."
"Don't worry, grandma, I will take good care of myself!"
Just as he finished speaking, a hurried and panicked voice rang out at the door: "Dad, Mom, it's bad, they are fighting."
Lin Linghua ran into the house with a pale face and panting.
"Who started the fight?"
Zhao Ping and Ai Cheng looked at each other, then stood up suddenly and looked at Lin Linghua.
Lin Linghua poured herself a glass of water and drank it, her face looking grim. "Dad, Mom, isn't it very hot lately? The fields need watering, but there's no water in our ditch. My second son went to check and found that it was blocked by the Huang family. So he went to argue with them, and somehow we ended up fighting."
"What?"
Zhao Ping's eyes widened, her face filled with worry: "Is the second brother injured?"
"I don't know either. As soon as I saw something was wrong, I came to find you. Someone also went to find the village chief."
"Okay, let's go!"
Zhao Ping and Ai Cheng didn't care about anything else and ran out in a hurry.
Ai Yunyue was stunned for a moment, then followed.
It is now the 1990s, and the so-called production teams no longer exist.
The countryside has naturally undergone great changes with the reform and opening up.
Nowadays, every household must pay public grain according to the land allocated to it by population every year.
Therefore, the quality of the annual harvest is particularly important. If the harvest is not good, the family will be short of food, which will lead to arrears of public grain, which is a very serious problem.
This is also the main reason why many families favor sons over daughters.
It is not only because of traditional concepts that men can provide for their parents in their old age, but the most important thing is that they have strong labor force.
In this regard, women are indeed at a disadvantage.
Gradually, an invisible concept has been formed that boys are better than girls!
"Who hit someone first?"
A roar brought Ai Yunyue back to her senses, and she saw Zhao Ping with her hands on her hips looking at the chaotic crowd.
In an instant, everyone was stunned for a moment and then fell inexplicably quiet.
"Aunt Ai, it was your second son who started it first."
Huang Jiajun looked at everyone and accused them with a guilty conscience.
"fart!"
Ai Nan's face darkened as he looked at Huang Jiajun angrily, "It was obviously you who were being unkind and blocked the water upstream. I approached you to discuss releasing the water, but not only did you not listen, you even pushed me. That's why I had to act to protect myself."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Huang Jiajun glanced at everyone and retorted with his neck stiff, "Do you have any evidence? It's obviously you who framed me!"
"Does this need to be slandered?"
Ainan's eyes widened, his whole body shaking with anger: "Look, the water is still blocked there!"
Seeing this, everyone looked towards the ditch in the field.
The slow-moving water was indeed blocked upstream and could not be diverted out.
"We're all close neighbors in the countryside. It's really unfair to block the water like this, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, his own crops need water, so don't other people's crops need water?"
"That's right, this is too much! And the water is blocked like this, the upper reaches are full, and it will flood some manors! It's so immoral..."
“…”
For a moment, the onlookers were talking and pointing.
Seeing her husband being accused, Wang Ying shouted unwillingly: "What does this have to do with you? Get out of here..."
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