The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

Wutong Town is geographically located adjacent to the Mobei wilderness, with scarce resources, inconvenient transportation, and is both remote and poor.

When wealthy businessmen from Rui do business or invest, they never set their sights on this small place.

Now, for the first time ever, there are two workshops in the town, and the monthly wages for working are generous. Who wouldn't want to work there as long as they have good hands and feet?

Especially right after a disaster, it is the time when people need to make money to make a living.

Of course, the Zhang family also wanted to enter the workshop.

The whole family prepared to set off for Yuxi Village early in the morning and rushed to sign up.

Unfortunately, I can’t even leave the house.

The people who tripped up the Zhang family this time were people from Shangdong Village.

There are villagers from the same village as well as members of the same ethnic group.

They carried sticks, hoes and axes and blocked the Zhang family's yard so tightly that they couldn't escape even if they climbed over the wall.

No matter how Mrs. Zhang rolled on the ground, the people blocking the door remained indifferent.

"You damned bastards, what has my Zhang family done to you? Why are you blocking my door? You are trying to force my entire family into a dead end!" Mrs. Zhang sat in the yard, slapping her legs, crying and cursing.

Old Man Zhang and Zhang Shicong confronted the villagers with hatchets and kitchen knives, angry and confused. "We are all from the same village. Even if there are conflicts on weekdays, we just quarrel and fight, and then the matter will be over after it is talked out. What is the meaning of you blocking the door like this today?"

When someone asks, someone will answer.

A burly man knocked on the door frame with a hatchet in his hand and sneered, "Uncle Zhang, this is not our fault. Your family has become enemies with the Lin family of Yuxi Village. Even if you go to the workshop to sign up, they won't accept you. But when the Lin family sees you, they will think of the hatred in the past and will inevitably hate us in Shangdong Village as well. In this situation, every household has people to support, and we can't let the whole village be implicated because of your family!"

"My house was washed away by the flood, and all the food was soaked in water and became moldy. The two old people and three young children in my family have been barely surviving until now relying on relief food, and we are counting on the money we can earn in the workshop to make a living! If I let you go out today, you will cut off the livelihood of my entire family! If you want to go to Yuxi Village, you have to step over my dead body!" A woman cursed, her expression even more ferocious than Zhang Po's. After she finished cursing, she sat down on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

There is no one who is not selfish.

It's all about living.

Looking at the pairs of eyes outside the door staring at him closely, Old Man Zhang's hands lost strength, the hatchet fell to the ground with a clang, and his eyes turned dim for a moment.

Throughout the day, there were three waves of people blocking the door, and they only stopped when it got dark.

On that day, except for Zhang Shiming who did not show up, no one else in the Zhang family could step out of the house.

It lasted for three whole days.

The Lin family had long ago drawn a line between themselves and the Zhang family and knew nothing about these things.

There is harmony and joy in Yuxi Village.

The old village chief sat in the main hall of the Lin family, chatting with Old Man Lin who was sitting on a recliner, with his daily drink of Baixiang tea at hand.

"How is it? Do you feel better now?" The old village chief asked with a smile after taking a sip of tea.

Old Man Lin couldn't stop smiling. "How can it be better? It's much better. I can already feel the strength in my legs."

Seeing that his wife was not around, he lowered his voice and boasted, "Lying down like this, I can quietly straighten myself when I'm tired! I'm still strong even at my old age!"

The old village chief couldn't help laughing, "You're so proud of yourself, why don't you speak louder?"

"How can I be as proud as you? You never stop smiling every day."

"Can it be the same? I am justifiably proud! How can I not be happy when my life is comfortable?"

When talking about this, the old village chief smiled even more brightly, "Our Yuxi Village used to be unknown in the surrounding area, and was only known for being poor. What did outsiders say? Every mouse wanted to move away after staying in our village for a while. And look at it now? The girls and boys in the village have become popular. Every now and then, there are matchmakers coming to the village to propose marriage, all wanting to marry our village boys and girls!

As the old village chief, I was also proud of myself in front of Lord Yang. Knowing that only the land in our village could grow Hundred-Angle Grass, Lord Yang waved his hand and approved all the wasteland in the village, allowing us to reclaim it, saying that the more Hundred-Angle Grass, the better, hahahaha!"

The old village chief is really proud.

Not only does he gain face in front of Lord Yang, but the village chiefs will now come up to him with a smile and greet him and make friends with him when they see him.

Isn’t there a saying that if one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit?

He is that chicken dog.

Oh, he's happy to!

Speaking of his pride, the old village chief felt that his legs and feet were cramped when sitting on the small stool, so he moved his buttocks to sit on the reclining chair, and patted Old Man Lin's thigh with his backhand, "Move aside and make room for me! It's so crowded! There are so many good things, I will tell you about them!"

Listening attentively, Old Man Lin subconsciously made room by pushing his feet against the ground, tensing his thighs, lifting his buttocks, and moving.

...moved away.

silence.

The old village chief slowly turned his head, his gaze moving from Old Man Lin's legs to his waist, and then to the old man's face, their eyes meeting.

"..."

"..."

"Big sister! Your partner can move now!"

"Dashan! Sulan! Erhe! Cui'e! Jiang'er! Your father can move now--!"

The roar in the main hall of the Lin family was deafening.

Soon, chaotic footsteps gathered from all directions and rushed towards the main room.

Old man Lin grinned, his face full of tears. Under the nervous and excited gaze of his family, he held the armrests of the recliner with both hands and slowly sat up.

It was difficult to sit, but he did not fall down.

A moment later, the sound of tears of joy was heard from the main hall of the Lin family.

Yu Heng was invited to come for a follow-up visit. Lin Erhe rushed over to invite him. On the way, he thought the doctor was walking too slowly, so he bent down and carried him away.

The doctor was so angry that he cursed for the first time.

The villagers who rushed over after hearing the news saw this scene and laughed so hard that they fell over.

Only Doctor Yu, when he returned to the Yan residence from the Lin family and sat down in the bamboo pavilion in the front yard, still had a dark face. "That reckless Lin Lao Er! He carried someone out of nowhere. I was so scared that my shoes fell off!"

Xu Hanzhang and Jia Banxian sat in the pavilion around the stove and made tea.

As autumn turns to winter, it is time to put on outer clothes to keep warm, and warming tea in a red clay stove is just right.

"Losing your shoes isn't like losing face. Why are you so angry? Besides, haven't you lost face enough times while working in the palace? Why don't you get angry with the emperor?" Xu Hanzhang didn't even raise his head, and used a bamboo tongs to pick up the cup and rinse it.

The tea on the stove was bubbling, accompanied by gurgling sounds, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

Yu Heng, "..."

Are they talking about the same thing?

What he clearly wanted to say was that Lin Lao Er was too reckless and frightened him unexpectedly, and he only felt a little embarrassed.

However, Doctor Yu did not dare to confront Old Xu, for fear that the old man would dig up his ancestors.

Jia Banxian held a palm-leaf fan in his hand and fanned the stove from time to time, "How is Father Lin?"

"The injury to my spine has healed. I am considered well. But I have been lying in bed for so many years. Although I have been well taken care of, I still lack proper exercise, so my muscles are temporarily weak. If I walk around at home every day, I will be back to normal soon."

Old Xu poured the tea on the bamboo table. Yu Heng quickly grabbed a cup for himself as revenge for the old man's harsh words.

"Old man Lin's condition cannot be cured by acupuncture alone. Thanks to my senior brother's advice, we can use the Baixiangcao medicine. Senior brother, you obviously have the heart of a doctor, why are you unwilling to practice medicine and save people? If you are unwilling to practice medicine and save people, why do you help the Lin family several times? Your words and actions are so contradictory."