Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Wang Shufen wiped the corners of her eyes gently with her hands and said with emotion: "After we get through this difficult time, we must thank Sister Xiuying very much."

The family looked at the bowl of mutton, their hearts filled with warmth and emotion, and the house was filled with deep warmth.

Zhao Cunliang's family was not so happy at this time.

Tian Guilan was in the kitchen, tears streaming down her face from the smoke, laboriously making black-flour steamed buns. She sighed as she kneaded the dough.

At this moment, Dagui ran over in a panic, crying, "Mom, grandma has pooped on the bed again!"

When Tian Guilan heard this, the dough in her hand fell onto the chopping board with a "pop". Her brows furrowed, her face full of helplessness and fatigue: "What should I do? It's been like this all day long, and there's no peace."

Dagui stamped his feet anxiously: "Mom, grandma is still convulsing, please go and check on her."

Tian Guilan wiped her hands on her apron and hurried into the house with Dagui, muttering to herself, "When will this end?"

Tian Guilan came to the bedside to change Zhao's mother's clothes. Her face was full of disgust, but she was helpless, and her movements were a little rough.

"Oh, how did you get it on yourself again?" Tian Guilan complained as she cleaned up in a hurry.

After changing, she hurried back to the kitchen to make black flour steamed buns and completely forgot to wash her hands.

Tian Guilan returned to the kitchen and felt her hands were sticky. She was feeling irritated when she heard Zhao Cunliang yelling from the main room, "What are you dawdling about for? Hurry up and cook!"

This roar startled Tian Guilan. She quickly wiped her hands and hurriedly increased the speed of cooking, muttering, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, you only know how to hurry!"

After a while, the black flour steamed buns were ready and served on the table. The family sat together and started to eat. Everyone picked up the black flour steamed buns and stuffed them into their mouths.

As they ate, everyone felt that the steamed bun had a strange taste.

Zhao Cunliang frowned and muttered, "Why does this steamed bun taste like this? It's a bit choking. Doesn't it taste so familiar?"

The sharp-eyed Guangzong suddenly pointed at Tian Guilan's hand and shouted, "Mom, why are there still feces on your hands?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Tian Guilan's hands, suddenly felt nauseous, and spat out the steamed buns in their mouths.

Tian Guilan looked at her hands and her face flushed all the way to her ears. She said in shame and anger, "It's all that damn old woman's fault. She just pooped on me and I was so busy I forgot to wash my hands!"

Zhao Cunliang was so angry that he threw his chopsticks and cursed loudly: "You bitch, what good can you do!"

Zhao Cunliang was so angry that his face turned red. He stood up, pointed at Tian Guilan's nose and shouted, "You woman, you always do bad things! Can't we eat this meal?" His eyes were as big as copper bells and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Tian Guilan was not to be outdone. She put her hands on her hips and shouted back at the top of her voice: "I'm busy all day long, taking care of the elderly and the young. Do you think it's easy for me? You'll never stop nagging me for this little mistake!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Cunliang stepped forward, approached Tian Guilan, and shouted, "You still think you're right? You've ruined this whole day!"

Tian Guilan didn't back down. She raised her head and glared at Zhao Cunliang, shouting, "What a mess! Don't you know what's going on in this family? You blame me for everything!"

If I let you marry your mother off, nothing will happen!" Her body trembled slightly with anger.

The children were so frightened that they hid in a corner, not daring to make a sound. The room was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anger, as if it could explode at any moment.

At Xiuying's house, the children had a hearty dinner, washed up, and went to bed early. Awang lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.

In his dream, he saw his father whom he had not seen for a long time. His father was in a strange and dangerous place, surrounded by a dark forest, which was gloomy and terrifying.

Awang called out anxiously, "Daddy, Daddy!"

I saw Daddy surrounded by a group of hideous villains, holding sharp knives and pressing forward. Daddy's face was full of fear and helplessness, and he fought hard.

Awang wanted to rush over to help his father, but found that he could not move at all. He could only watch his father fall into danger. He was so anxious that he was sweating and crying loudly.

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Chen Yonggui took a few close followers and rushed to the farm in Anning Town, which was the largest property of the Chen family, with more than 100 acres of fertile land.

The weather was dry this year, and Chen Yonggui asked the village head to lead more than a hundred people in the village to fetch water to irrigate the farmland. However, when more than a hundred people were working on more than a hundred acres of farmland, they said that it was probably a drop in the bucket.

Although Anning Town and Futian Village are close neighbors, their climates differ significantly. Rice in Anning Town typically matures later, and in the past, people could hope for a better harvest.

However, this year, the drought was severe everywhere. In the fields of Anning Town, the soil was cracked like a turtle's back, and the deep cracks seemed to tell of pain.

The rice seedlings, which should have been lush green, were now withered, yellow, and shriveled, drooping listlessly. The farmers looked at this tragic scene with frowns on their faces, filled with worry.

In the past, Anning Town was able to avoid some disasters due to its later maturity period, but this year's ruthless drought did not spare it.

The wind blew, raising a cloud of dust and shrouding the entire town of Anning in a desolate atmosphere. People anxiously waited for rain, but could only watch helplessly as the rice fields gradually lost their vitality.

In Anning Town, at the head of Chenjia Village, Old Man Chen stood beside a rice paddy, his hands behind his back, a look of worry on his face. He gazed at the dry, cracked paddy fields, his eyes filled with despair. His brow furrowed, his lips pursed, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to deepen.

The water source that should have sparkled was now dry, leaving only cracked soil and a few dying fish and shrimp. Old Man Chen squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and let the fine sand slip through his fingers.

"God is going to kill us!" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with helplessness and indignation. The wind blew, lifting the corners of his tattered clothes, making him look even more desolate.

Despite the village's hundred-plus workers working day and night to carry water to irrigate the fields, the harvest was still poor. The village head, looking at the sparse, shrunken, and withered rice ears, was so worried his hair was turning white. He paced back and forth on the ridge of the field, sighing constantly.

"How am I supposed to explain this to Master Chen?"

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with anxiety and fear. Thinking of Mr. Chen's stern face and harsh temper, the village head shuddered.

At this time of year in previous years, the rice fields were a sea of golden color, with ears of grain drooping in full glory. But now, the scene was simply horrific. The village head shook his head helplessly, his eyes gradually reddening.