The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Jiang Ling looked up and her face immediately fell. She snatched the bag from Old Lady Lu's hand and said, "If you think it's not enough, then don't eat! This is for the people building Lu Family Village, not for beggars!"
The voice wasn't loud, but everyone around heard it clearly. Even the refugees who had lived there for a long time had heard some things about Jiang Ling's past. They just couldn't understand how Jiang Ling, who was like a living Bodhisattva, could have been bullied like this before.
The eyes of everyone around immediately turned to Old Lady Lu. Knowing she was in the wrong, Old Lady Lu quickly snatched the bag from Jiang Ling's hand and ran away without a trace.
Even if Lu Youren wanted to cause trouble, seeing the scene before him, he could only obediently take the dumplings and quickly leave Jiang Ling's house.
Dinner consisted of leftover frozen dumplings, and the children ate until they were stuffed again. Nianci, rubbing her stomach, asked, "Mom, when did you make so many dumplings?"
Knowing she couldn't explain, Jiang Ling quickly said, "Oh, earlier, Mother was worried we wouldn't have enough to eat in winter, so she made a lot of dumplings at night and put them outside to freeze."
Although the reason was lame, fortunately, the children's thoughts were not on the origin of the dumplings at this moment. However, this incident reminded Jiang Ling that the children were getting older and would be harder to fool in the future.
The next morning, Jiang Ling placed two large buckets of de-icing agent at the village entrance. When Lu's wife and Lu Youren saw the white coarse salt, their eyes lit up, and they followed the example of yesterday, stuffing a full pocket of it when no one was looking.
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