Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

A person almost cried and ran into Hujia Village, but was stopped by a group of village elders at the entrance of the village. Since the previous blood rain pavilion incident, the people of Hujia Village have become much more cautious, and they have become more wary of unfamiliar faces.

"Stop, what are you doing?!" The old Ma Clan stared, his tone very sharp.

It was a young man in his twenties, his clothes were covered with patches, and he looked like an ordinary poor man.

His face was yellow and his muscles were thin and his feet were sluggish, as if he had been hungry for a long time.

But those eyes were very bright.

The man flinched a little when he heard the old Ma Clan's words, but he wiped his tears and said with a forlorn smile, "I'm here to find Lao Wang's family. I wonder if any of them are at home?"

This made the old Ma clan more vigilant: "What are you asking about the old Wang family? Where are you from? What did you come from? Tell me clearly!"

The others also stood up from the stone and slowly surrounded the young man.

In this battle, as if he was going to say something bad, he would be beaten.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy!" the young man said quickly, "I'm from Shanyang Village!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became even more unpleasant.

What they hate the most now, apart from those inexplicable people before, is Shanyang Village.

No, Shanyang Village is not disgust, it's living disgust.

A group of inhuman beasts, thinking of them makes me feel bad!

"You still have the face to come here? Get out now!" Mrs. Hu raised the crutches in his hand, and he was about to strike.

The young man's pupils shrank sharply and subconsciously avoided it.

He finally knew why the villagers wanted him to come here, probably because he was young and hid quickly.

Even if you can't avoid being beaten, at least your body is young and you can handle it.

"I'm not here to find fault!" the young man shouted, "I'm here to beg you for mercy!"

After speaking, the young man knelt down in front of the crowd with a puff, and there was no strange expression on his face.

"This year's corvés are down. Thirty households have been transferred from our village. Previously, I was sentenced to give your village to corvés, and another 30 households..."

It was only then that the people of Hujia Village remembered that the corvée should be held during this time of the year, but usually it would wait until the seedlings were planted.

Now that there are still a few days before the rice planting, the assignment of corvés has actually begun.

And they didn't get any notice at all, and they simply forgot about it.

Village Chief Hu naturally got the letter, but his village did not need to pay the spring tax or participate in corvée labor during this period of time, so there was no need to tell the villagers.

It turned out that this young man really came to beg for mercy.

He said that those who ate dolls in his village have now been kicked out.

Some people have been tossed to death, and they naturally hate the ruthless and unrighteous Hujia Village, while the rest of the people naturally do not like Hujia Village.

In their opinion, the people of Hujia Village were too inhumane, and they turned against them for a baby.

During this time, the funerals in Shanyang Village have not stopped, and there are always people who can't resist and die.

If it wasn't for Hujiacun's insistence on being truthful and reporting to officials later, how could they have suffered such a huge loss?

In short, it's all Hujia Village's fault!

Of course, the young man did not say these words, but only told the tragedy of his own village.

The Ma Clan always looked at the young people with scrutiny in their eyes, and didn't sympathize with them at all: "This is your own fault, no one can blame others. You are here just to complain? Are you finished talking nonsense? Get out when you're done. !"

Young man: "...No."

After a pause, he asked, "I'm here to find the old Wang's family today."

At this time, Wang Chuanfu just came back from Dahe Village, and he went to see the leased land in Dahe Village.

"What are you doing with our family?" Wang Chuanfu couldn't help being curious when he heard the young man's words.

This person, he doesn't seem to have seen it before, where did he come from?

When the young man learned that Wang Chuanfu was from the old Wang family, he immediately knelt down at Wang Chuanfu.

With that smooth and neat movement, it is hard not to doubt that he has practiced it many times at home.

"Please show mercy and help us!" the young man burst into tears.

At this time, there were also people who made a long story short and told Wang Chuanfu about the corvée.

Wang Chuanfu wondered: "Isn't this the judge's sentence? Do you still want to default?"

The young man shook his head: "No, no, no, we don't dare to default on our debts, and the corvée were sentenced to us, and we recognized it. But there are not many strong laborers in our village, and we have to plant rice every few days. How can we do it? It's been a month, and I don't know if my life will come back."

Having said that, the young man looked at Wang Chuanfu's expression, and there was no obvious impatience, and he continued: "But the corvée can be offset with money. We heard that Lao Wang's family has made a fortune, and they are all in town. You bought a house and opened a steamed bun shop, so your family must be rich, right? Can you, can you lend us some?”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

How could he have the nerve to say it? !

The old Ma clan pouted loudly: "You guys are thicker than the city wall! The debt your village owes to our village has not been repaid! How embarrassed to borrow money? How shameful? Who gave it to you? courage?"

"We don't...have no money. Who doesn't want to repay the debt if we have money?" The young man's tone became weaker, "Old Wang's family is rich now, and it won't hurt to borrow us at all. If we don't have money, then It's deadly..."

Even the honest man Wang Chuanfu was laughed at.

"Why do you think that our old Wang family will lend you money?"

He was really curious as to how these people came up with this.

The young man said, "It is said that your old Wang family is the most kind..."

In fact, these words are not tenable at all. Before the young people came, they had been taught how to say it countless times.

He even asked him to threaten the people of Lao Wang's family, and if they didn't borrow money, they would go to their steamed bun shop to make trouble.

Let's see how they open up shop.

But the young man felt that if he had said it, he might have been beaten to death here today.

The people of Hujia Village are unexpectedly united.

They didn't plan to stand idly by, and they regarded the Lao Wang family as the people of Hujia Village. It was not like what the old man in the village said, they were very repelled from outsiders.

In the end, the young man was beaten away by Mrs. Hu's crutches. He was angry and aggrieved, and he was full of hatred before leaving.

"Shanyang Village is completely crooked. With such a group of people around, I'm afraid it's not good for the village." Mrs. Hu said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid they will break the jar."

The old Ma clan took a deep breath: "From today, our village will organize some young people to guard at the entrance of the village in turn. It is best to guard it at night, and don't let everyone go into the village."

Wang Chuanfu also realized that he would rather offend the gentleman than the villain.

"I always feel that those people in Shanyang Village have bad intentions. Today is a young man, but the whole village thinks this way." Wang Chuanfu's expression was not very good, "Or I will go to the town and ask My parents meant it."

It is impossible to borrow money, but you have to ask how to deal with it.

But Mrs. Hu said: "You can't hide the fact that your family opened a steamed bun in the town, but you shouldn't know about the purchase of a house by people from other villages. I'm afraid that there are also long-tongued women in our village, and these people have to find out. , rule it out!"

Don't know when they sold their village.