90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Seeing that Xie Kangyu was already living in poverty and was once again sent to prison by Xie Jianhua, Xie Kangyu's immediate family members could no longer tolerate it. This time, they did not dare to confront the police, but dared to confront their fellow brothers.

A group of people came to the courtyard of Xie Jianhua's house and surrounded it. Xie Yan hugged Xie Wan and looked coldly at the so-called relatives in front of them.

They talked at once, their voices rising one after another, drowning the small courtyard in endless accusations and complaints.

"Xie Jianhua, Xie Jianhua, be honest with yourself. Who supported you when you were in college? It was us, your relatives, who scraped together our savings and used them to pay for your tuition!" An old man with wrinkles on his face pointed at Xie Jianhua with trembling fingers, his eyes full of indignation.

"Yes, nephew Jianhua, you are rich now and bought a house in town, but you have forgotten your roots. You don't even recognize your own uncle. He has been living such a miserable life and finally lived a little better. You just had a cousin, but instead of helping to take care of him, you made your uncle end up in such a situation. Do you still have a conscience?" Another middle-aged woman said in a sharp voice, wiping her tears as she spoke, pouring out all her grievances and dissatisfaction into tears.

"You ungrateful thing! We were so blind back then. We were counting on you to bring honor to our family and help us poor relatives. But what happened? Now that you're powerful enough, you only care about enjoying yourself and don't even let your relatives go!" A young man was very emotional, and his words were full of anger and disdain towards Xie Jianhua.

The villagers heard the news and joined the war of words, discussing:

"I've heard for a long time that the second son of the Xie family is cold and heartless. Now it seems that it is true. He has really lost his conscience."

"Ah, the world is so fickle and people's hearts have changed! How could such a promising child become like this?"

"Humph, you're obsessed with money. You've forgotten your roots now that you're powerful. People like you will get your comeuppance sooner or later!"

Xie Yan hugged her young "cousin" Xie Wan tightly with a cold look in her eyes. She knew very well that these so-called relatives were just taking the opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction and jealousy, and did not care about the facts and the truth at all.

In her heart, she felt both that her father's experience was unfair and that these people looked sad.

"That's enough!" Xie Yan finally spoke. Although her voice was not loud, it was extremely firm. "You only remember helping my father raise money for his studies. How can you not remember that after graduating, my father not only repaid your money but also worked and treated you for free?"

These words left everyone present speechless for a moment, but after a moment of silence, more criticism and accusations came like a tide, completely drowning out Xie Yan's weak voice.

Xie Yan glanced at the crowd, her eyes cold and sharp.

"You are here accusing my father of being ungrateful, right? Well, let me ask you, who is willing to truly take care of Xie Kangyu's son and daughter? Don't tell me you don't know whose child I'm holding?" Xie Yan's voice echoed over the courtyard, penetrating the eardrums of everyone present.

The crowd began to get agitated. Some people looked at each other, some lowered their heads and remained silent, and more people began to retreat quietly.

Among them, some come from poor families and can hardly support themselves, let alone take care of other people's children; some are powerless or afraid of getting involved in more trouble.

"What? Are you all speechless now? Didn't you just say that you wanted to seek justice for my great-grandfather's family? You are pointing fingers here. My great-grandfather has had such a hard life, and you didn't do much to help him. Now you come to embarrass us. What is your purpose?" Xie Yan sneered, her tone full of sarcasm and disdain.

At this time, a middle-aged man squeezed out from the crowd. He was Xie Kangyu's nephew. He was always known for his shrewdness and ability, but at this moment there was a sly smile on his face.

"My little niece Xie Yan, you can't say that. What can a little girl like you understand? We will naturally provide for your uncle in his old age. It is not your family's turn to say what we do." There was a hint of comfort and teasing in Xie Jianming's words.

"Oh? Then tell me, what do you want?" Xie Yan asked with a raised eyebrow. She wanted to see what the person in front of her was up to.

He looked around at the crowd, cleared his throat, and then said loudly: "I think, how about this, we divide Xie Jianhua's land among us to farm. Anyway, you have moved away, and it's useless to occupy such good land. Why not give it to me so that I can farm and support my uncle."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd immediately became excited.

For these people, land is their lifeline and the foundation of their survival.

Xie Jianhua's family's land is one of the best in the village. The crops grown there not only have high yields but also good quality.

If I could own this piece of land, it would be a godsend.

However, Xie Yan saw through her cousin's conspiracy at a glance.

She knew that this person was deliberately stirring up trouble, trying to morally blackmail Xie Jianhua and seize Xie Jianhua's land.

"Uncle, what do you mean by this? My father's land, why should it be given to you to farm? Have you asked my father's opinion? Have you gotten our family's consent? My uncle was arrested because he broke the law, not because of my father. Why should we give up the land?" Xie Yan's tone was filled with questioning and anger.

Xie Kangyu's nephew didn't care at all. He chuckled and said, "Niece Xie Yan, you're wrong. We're all brothers and sisters in the same clan, so what's the harm in dividing the land? Besides, your uncle is in such a difficult situation, can't we all help him? If your father knew, he would definitely agree."

"Stop pretending here! My father will never agree! We don't cultivate our own land, and we don't need you to interfere!" Xie Yan did not give in, her tone was firm and unquestionable.

"Uncle, I think your proposal is not appropriate. The land belongs to Xie Jianhua, how can you divide it up just like that?" A young man from the Xie family said.

"Yes, uncle, aren't we going too far? Xie Jianhua has made a lot of contributions to the village over the years. Aren't we being ungrateful by doing this?" another young man echoed.

When Xie Kangyu's nephew saw this, his expression changed slightly.

He didn't expect that his proposal would be opposed by so many young people.

He wanted to take this opportunity to establish his prestige in the village, but he ended up making things worse and put himself in an embarrassing situation.

"Hmph! You guys are so heartless! I'm doing this for my uncle's good and for the unity and harmony of the Xie family! If you don't want to, then forget it!" He snorted coldly and turned to leave the crowd.

At this moment, a strong voice suddenly rang out: "You are wrong to say that. Xie Jianhua is the clan leader. When will it be your turn to make the decision?"

The speaker was Xie Jianming, Xie Yan's third uncle from the village. As soon as his words came out, he immediately won the approval of everyone present.

"Third Brother Xie is right! Second Brother Xie is just doing his job impartially. You are deliberately making trouble just to seize the land, right?" A young man from the Xie family said loudly.