The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

The anger in Xie Xinghua's eyes grew more and more intense. She turned around abruptly and walked towards Zhao with firm steps, as if she was determined to get an explanation.

Jiang Xunzhong, who was standing by, realized that the situation was about to get out of control, and quickly spoke up to dissuade them: "Xinghua, calm down... The food is actually hidden in the third brother's room."

Fang Qin, listening to the commotion outside the house, couldn't help but feel an inexplicable panic in her heart.

She was worried that Xie Xinghua's anger would affect her, especially since her wounds had not yet healed and she was completely unable to deal with that almost crazy woman.

What scared her even more was that if the innocent Da Zhuang was injured in the conflict, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, slowly stood up, and opened the door to an unknown fate... After all, those grains were moved to Fang Qin's house quietly and without permission by Zhao last night when the night was dark and people were sleepy.

She whispered that as long as Fang Qin kept her mouth shut and didn't let the strong and bad-tempered Da Zhuang in the village know about this secret aid, she would give Fang Qin the opportunity to get close to Da Zhuang again and take care of her flesh and blood, whom she had been separated from for a long time due to the twists and turns of fate.

When Fang Qin heard this, her heart was filled with a mixture of joy and sadness, just like young buds nourished by the spring rain, tiny but tenacious.

Due to various reasons, she had not been able to breastfeed for many days, and the sweet source that once nourished her life had quietly dried up. But even so, being able to hug her son's warm little body again and feel the comfort of blood connection was enough to ease the loneliness and pain in her heart a little.

Little did people know that behind Zhao's seemingly compassionate arrangement, what was hidden was only her boredom and fatigue from the heavy burden of taking care of Dazhuang day and night.

Her mood was like the withered and yellow leaves in late autumn, and her dissatisfaction with Fang Qin was still hidden in every silent sigh.

If it weren't for Xie Xinghua's increasing distance and estrangement, which made Zhao plan to use her after her injuries healed, she would have probably forgotten the life and death of Fang Qin and her son, let alone allowed them to have close contact.

As Xie Xinghua approached with rage, the sharp axe in her hand flashed coldly under the dim light, Zhao's inner panic spread like weeds, almost devouring her courage.

She tried to escape from the impending storm, but found that her legs were bound by invisible shackles, so heavy that she could hardly move even a step.

Zhao hugged the box full of food tightly, as if it was her only shelter. She said in a trembling voice: "You, you dare..."

"If anything happens to Daya, I'll see if I dare!"

Xie Xinghua's response was like a thunderclap, and every word revealed her unquestionable determination.

"If you don't let me have a moment of peace, none of us will be able to live in peace."

As Xie Xinghua roared, the people around her screamed and dodged, unable to bear to witness the tragedy that was about to happen.

Jiang Xunzhong was already frightened by this sudden change and his face turned pale and his legs were shaking constantly.

Zhao's pupils shrank sharply in fear and her face turned pale.

The axe finally fell mercilessly and penetrated deeply into the box that Zhao was holding tightly, causing her hands to become numb. Under her body, the yellow liquid that seeped out unconsciously due to extreme fear showed her inner collapse and despair.

"I, I want to split up the family..."

These few words were squeezed out from her trembling lips using almost the last bit of her strength.

At this time, Xie Xinghua quietly stepped into Fang Qin's simple but warm room. The scene before her undoubtedly verified all her guesses: white rice and flour, fresh eggs, and green vegetables were piled up in this small space, silently telling the story of a secret charity and another's helplessness.

The anger in her heart crackled like a burning firewood, and she was unwilling to remain silent and let the injustice continue to wreak havoc.

But then I thought, the old and young in the family have not eaten a grain of rice since last night. The adults may be able to hold on with their willpower, but the two young children are so hungry that they don’t even have the strength to cry, not to mention the husband who is lying in bed, looking particularly helpless due to his illness and weakness.

At this moment, ensuring food and clothing for the whole family is the top priority.

Xie Xinghua resolutely picked up the heavy bag of flour, and under the complicated gazes of the crowd, she walked firmly towards the yard, ready to look for cooking utensils among the sundries that were full of traces of time.

The wooden basin, wooden ladle and a few mottled wooden bowls were still intact, but the iron pot, which was supposed to carry the flavor of life, had a big hole in it due to years of disrepair, making it particularly eye-catching.

"Su Yu, can I borrow your pot?"

Xie Xinghua had no choice but to seek help from her neighbors, with a hint of helplessness and pleading in her tone.

Su Yu nodded silently, his eyes revealing understanding and sympathy for the scene just now.

She knew very well that behind Xie Xinghua's almost uncontrollable anger, there was more of a maternal desire to protect and a sense of responsibility towards the family.

She understood that Xie Xinghua's feelings towards Zhao were more of an emotional catharsis rather than real hatred.

Su Yu remained a bystander and did not intervene in the dispute.

Because she knew that Xie Xinghua was carrying a world on her shoulders that she could not easily let go of - a sick man who needed careful care, and several hungry and fragile children.

This burden makes every decision seem extremely difficult and heavy.

So, Xie Xinghua walked into Su Yu's kitchen full of life with mixed feelings, and Su Yu and her husband Jiang Ziling followed behind involuntarily, as if they were waiting to see how this strong woman would use a simple meal to bring a bit of warmth and hope to her home in the storm.

Xier sat obediently in the house. Her small figure seemed exceptionally quiet. Her big eyes looked towards the closed door from time to time, full of curiosity and yearning for the outside world.

Jiang Ziling stood by, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with deep worry for Xier's safety. He occasionally looked up, his gaze penetrating the window, as if assessing every possible danger in the outside world.

Xie Xinghua was busy in the kitchen. Her movements were smooth and orderly. The sparks from the ignition jumped and reflected on her calm face. The sound of water was clear and pleasant. When she was kneading the dough, the flour flew lightly, forming a layer of fine mist. All her actions revealed a calmness that was not affected by the outside world.

But the occasional nervous look that flashed across her face and the slightly pale corners of her lips silently revealed the anxiety and struggle in her heart.

Su Yu stood quietly by, observing Xie Xinghua meticulously. Her eyes were like deep lake water, revealing deep understanding and sympathy for Xie Xinghua.

She could feel Xie Xinghua's inner fear and avoidance, which was the fear of the unknown and the unbearable burden of possibly losing her loved ones.