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Zhao Xiuer looked at the tear marks on Fubao's face, picked up the child with heartache and coaxed him softly: "Fubao, don't be afraid, Fubao, don't be afraid. It's mother's fault. I shouldn't have left you here alone." Cen Shu, who was still frightened, finally calmed down in her mother's arms. He was still scared when he thought of the big rat just now.

Before I could think about it, there was chaos outside.

Zhang Ercui's shrill voice rang out, making everyone's heart jump: "Mom, mom, quickly give me some silver." As she spoke, she ran into the house, her forehead sweating with anxiety, and she didn't even bother to look at the goats by the wall.

Zhao Xiuer came out of the house holding the child and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Panting, Zhang Ercui had no time to explain, but just kept asking, "Hurry up and ask mom to get some money and go to the clinic."

Hearing about the clinic, Zhao Xiuer could no longer sit still and said, "Mom went to the mountain to cut grass. What happened? Tell me quickly."

Cen Shu, who was held tightly in Zhao Xiu'er's arms, was also very anxious. It was really hard to talk to her aunt. If there was anything, she should tell her quickly. She held the corners of her bellyband with her two little hands, waiting for Zhang Ercui's response.

Zhang Ercui cried and screamed, "Damn Wang Ren, he brought a bunch of hooligans to beat up the boss and my second brother."

Hearing that her family was bullied, Cen Shu frowned. Zhao Xiuer immediately went back to her room and opened her dowry box. In the small box were several pieces of jewelry neatly arranged. They all looked like silver, but they had not been worn for a long time and looked like they were covered with dust.

Cen Shu saw Zhao Xiuer pour out all the jewelry in the box without thinking, put them into a patched small bag, and hurriedly carried her out.

Zhang Ercui was still waiting in the yard for Zhou Qiaoping to come back. Seeing the package in Zhao Xiuer's hand, she hurried over to take it: "Let me take it. You don't have to go."

As soon as Zhao Xiuer stretched out her hand, she was stopped. She looked over and saw that it was Zhou Qiaoping who had returned from mowing the grass.

Zhou Qiaoping looked at Zhang Ercui sternly: "You don't need to take it, just take care of yourself."

After that, she went back to the house to get the silver, and followed Zhang Ercui, who was timid and didn't dare to speak, to the clinic. Zhao Xiuer had to persuade Zhou Qiaoping to take her with her.

Cen Shu looked at the scene along the way, and her heart sank. The drought was much more serious than she thought. Not to mention the roadside, even the riverside had no living wild flowers or grass. Only the trees on the mountain looked better, and they were the only green in the area.

Zhou Qiaoping looked at Zhang Ercui who was silent and said, "What happened? Are the injuries of the eldest and second eldest serious?"

Zhang Ercui said hurriedly: "How would I know if it's serious? I'm not a doctor. Anyway, there's blood."

Zhou Qiaoping glanced at him sideways. Cen Shu looked at this aunt-in-law and felt that she was not very reliable. She had been walking for a long time without getting to the point.

When they were almost at the clinic, they finally learned the general situation from Zhang Ercui, who was talking nonstop.

Today they went to the west end of the village to fetch water. They had gathered at the well in good order. Although they could not be called a queue, everyone was quite friendly. Just when it was their turn, a group of people from Wang Zhaocai's house under the big locust tree came. They looked fierce and had sticks in their hands. As soon as they arrived, they started to chase people away, cursing: "Whoever wants to draw water from the well must pay three hundred coins first."

In the village, the Li family lived well, but with many children and few workers, they could at least feed the whole family, and only had a little over 100 taels of silver left every year. The first thing they asked for was 300 wen, which was enough for an ordinary family's food for a month.

This group of people were stubborn and everyone knew the leader, Wang Zhaocai's eldest son Wang Ren. He was a gambler and owed money to all the gambling houses in the town. Last year, he sold his seven-year-old daughter to pay off some of the debts, otherwise he would not be able to keep his hands off. He probably owed money again, and he actually came to collect money from the villagers. He was really conscienceless. He even said shamelessly: "This well is at the doorstep of my house. It belongs to my family. Of course, you have to pay for drawing water from my house. I didn't care before, but now, you have to pay me three hundred coins before you can draw water."

There were many dissatisfied villagers, and someone immediately retorted: "Who said it's yours? You are so shameless, why don't you say the whole village belongs to you?"

Wang Ren usually had bad intentions, but he was small and didn't dare to confront the villagers. After all, he was not a fool. Not only could he not win, but he would also have to sacrifice himself. But now was different. He brought more than a dozen helpers, all of whom were martial artists. Anyone who opposed him would be given a good beating. Wang Ren straightened his back.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ren called on the big man to drag out Yang Sanlang, who had just complained about injustice, and was about to tie him to a tree and beat him. Li Laoer saw his friend being treated like this and immediately went to help, but was hit on the back with a stick.

The family watched Li Laoer being beaten and quickly stopped the men, but they were also kicked hard by several big men. Li Darong was afraid that the stick would fall on his grandfather, so he was hit hard several times and his forehead was broken.

Seeing this situation, the others dared not move, and just stood there at the well, and it was unknown whether they had dispersed or not. Several people who were on good terms with the Li family rushed the people to the town's clinic, and then sent Zhang Ercui back to get the money.

Zhou Qiaoping quickened her pace after listening to this. Cen Shu was feeling uncomfortable from the sun, but she was really curious about the outside world for the first time. She didn't stay obediently under the cloth that Zhao Xiuer had covered her with, but kept sticking her head out to look, and her little face turned red from the sun.

But I didn't feel at ease. I didn't know how my father and uncle were doing. My cousins ​​were still young and I didn't know if they were scared.

Thinking about this, Cen Shu felt dizzy in his head. He became even more sleepy from being rocked in Zhao Xiuer's arms. He couldn't hold on any longer and slowly closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she had already arrived at the entrance of the clinic. She didn't know how long she had walked on the road, but she could see that Zhao Xiuer's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Cen Shuzheng saw the three big characters "Jishi Tang" on the plaque, and she knew that this was the place.

Zhou Qiaoping hurried into the room. Cen Shu was held in her mother's arms. She smelled the bitter scent of Chinese medicine and saw the dark-skinned man standing in the room like a mountain. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Daddy was fine.

Li Shuangrong turned around and comforted the old lady first, then hurried over to take Fubao from Zhao Xiuer, and whispered, "Why are you here? And you brought the child with you. You must be tired from the journey."

Zhao Xiuer finally freed her hands to wipe the sweat off her face. Her eyes were red as she said, "I was scared to death. I'm glad you're okay. I'm not tired. Fubao fell asleep on the way, so Mom and I took turns holding him."

Cen Shu blinked his eyes. He was sandwiched between his parents and wished he could learn to walk right now.

Li Shuangrong: "I'm fine, but my brother's forehead was broken by a stone. The doctor said he should stay for a while to see if he feels sick."

As they were talking, Yisheng and Yiqiu saw their mother coming and ran over to complain, "Mom, they beat up Dad and Uncle, and took away all our buckets."

The children had never seen such a bad person. The father they admired was beaten in front of so many people. The two children were at a loss as to what to do and looked very pitiful.

Zhao Xiuer bent down and hugged the child in her arms, coaxing him: "It's okay, it's okay, Mom is here. Don't be afraid."

That being said, but now, even drinking water has become a problem.