The poorer you are, the more unlucky you become—that saying is definitely true.
Li Xiyue sighed and carried her basket up the mountain.
She has done all she can. Now, all she can do is collect more herbs to send to the rescue station and help the injured recover as soon as possible.
She took Xiaobai into the deep mountains to collect all the missing herbs, and returned to the village with a heavy basket on her back. She found that the villagers were already working in an orderly manner, and life in Xujia Village had returned to normal.
Xu Guoqiang said that no matter what, spring plowing cannot be delayed.
"My brother, he's gone just like that, how am I supposed to live?"
On the way back, as I passed by Xu Youtian's house, I heard a series of cries coming from inside the courtyard. The cries were heartbreaking and sounded like a funeral wailing.
But this time it was truly a lamentation.
The one wailing was none other than Wang Cuihua, a resident of Wangjia Village in the second team.
As luck would have it, the villager from Wangjia Village who was swept away by the flood was her younger brother from her maternal family.
Li Xiyue heard that Xu Dazhuang's life was saved after being sent to the health center, but he was terrified and would scream at the slightest sound, rendering him useless.
Xu Youtian wanted to divorce Wang Cuihua after learning about her affair, and now her younger brother has also passed away. It's truly a case of one misfortune after another.
Li Xiyue showed no sympathy for her and walked away with her basket on her back.
"Li Xiyue!" Wang Cuihua, who was inside the house, saw her and rushed out like a madwoman, "Are you satisfied now that you've ruined me like this?"
Li Xiyue was so angry she almost laughed. She hadn't offended anyone; it was clearly Wang Cuihua's own wickedness that was now bringing her retribution. Instead of repenting, Wang Cuihua was trying to pin the blame on her.
"What's it to me!" Li Xiyue looked at her coldly: "Did I tell you to send your son up the mountain? Did I tell you to cheat on me? Or did I tell you to let your brother get swept away by the flood?"
"I didn't do anything, you deserve it all."
These words pierced Wang Cuihua's heart like knives. Enraged, she retorted, "It's all your fault! I'll beat you to death, you bitch!"
Seeing the madwoman lunge at her, Li Xiyue easily dodged.
Wang Cuihua missed her target and fell face-first into the mud. She cried out in pain, and when she got up, she had lost a front tooth and was bleeding profusely.
"Ouch, Cuihua, you're bleeding." Liu Qingju, who had been watching the commotion, rushed over to help Wang Cuihua, adding fuel to the fire, "Li Zhiqing, you're too cruel! How could you beat someone like this?"
She was blatantly lying, and Li Xiyue wouldn't stand there and let her falsely accuse her. "Which eye of yours saw me hit her? Aunt Qingju, have some decency, otherwise, Aunt Cuihua's today might be your tomorrow!"
Wang Cuihua has fallen to this state; anyone with a brain would have restrained themselves. But Liu Qingju is as stupid as a turtle, eagerly courting death.
"You..." Liu Qingju wanted to say something, but thinking of Wang Cuihua's miserable state, she was filled with fear and didn't continue.
Li Xiyue snorted coldly, picked up her basket, and walked away.
"Get out! Don't let me see you again, you're an eyesore!" Xu Youtian slammed the courtyard gate shut.
Wang Cuihua covered her mouth and cried miserably.
The onlookers dispersed, and no one paid any attention to Wang Cuihua. Liu Qingju tried to slip away, but Wang Cuihua stopped her. "Qingju, can I come to your house to wash my face?"
Liu Qingju initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the pitiful state of this old woman she had fought with for most of her life, a sliver of her conscience, which had long been forgotten, resurfaced.
"Wash your face and leave. My family doesn't have much food left, and we can't afford to feed everyone," Liu Qingju said, leading her into the courtyard.
After washing the blood off her face and hands, Wang Cuihua, who was missing a front tooth, did not leave immediately. Instead, she pulled Liu Qingju into the house and closed the door to talk.
Half an hour later, Wang Cuihua came out of Liu Qingju's house with two sweet potatoes in her hand. She glanced in the direction Li Xiyue had left, her eyes filled with malice. "You bitch, you just wait!"
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