Good-hearted villagers

  Wei Li looked at the Bai family members with a numb expression and suddenly felt a bit bored.

  "What a useless bunch of people, no wonder they didn't even react when their father died."

  As soon as this sentence came out, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest. Bai Ping immediately raised his head, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Wei Li with a pair of murderous eyes, making Wei Li feel uneasy in his heart.

  "What did you say?"

  His pale face was as cold as a ten-mile ice, his eyes were like a beast in mourning, and he looked at Wei Li with a knife-like gaze. Wei Li felt a little intimidated for an instant, and his feet involuntarily retreated a step. When he came to himself, the Bai family had already pushed their cart away.

  Wei Li gazed at the empty road behind him, his eyes brewing with a mixture of anger and humiliation. His hand gripping the fan tightened, visibly suppressing his rage. He couldn't tolerate the White family's insignificant existence, daring to provoke him in such a manner.

  He lowered his head, with a look of annoyance on his face and coldness in his eyes. However, he soon burst out laughing, "I'd like to see how the White family will die eventually."

  He muttered to himself and then walked over with a big stride, shaking his fan.

  On the other hand, the Bai family became even more silent, their faces showing a hidden and painful expression.

  An Yan's expression was also somewhat annoyed, she didn't expect to end up in today's situation. It's really a case of "when it rains, it pours", there's no worst-case scenario, only more miserable ones. Just as she was thinking this way, her peripheral vision caught the sight of Bai An's eyelashes trembling slightly on the car seat. She was startled and looked closely, only to find that he was lying quietly, seemingly asleep.

  She withdrew her gaze, but in her heart, it was as if a layer of shadow had been cast. Everyone was angry, yet they were all enduring, not for themselves, but for the sake of their loved ones around them. What kind of days must these be, filled with such oppression?

  Bai Ping silently pushed the cart, surrounded by people who quietly followed him, without any words or actions, but conveyed the deepest sorrow and resentment.

  A group of people slowly entered the Green Bamboo Village, and the first thing that caught their eye was the house of the village head, Zuo's family. The Zuo family had moved here over a decade ago, and because Zuo Liang was a kind-hearted person who had done many good deeds for the villagers of Green Bamboo Village, he had been elected as the village head in recent years and enjoyed great prestige in the village.

  At this time, Zuo Liang was leaning on his cane, standing by the door, watching the Bai family pass by him. His eyes were filled with a deep sense of history, looking at the Bai family with profound meaning. This matter was undoubtedly a huge hurdle for the Bai family, and if they could get through it, the glory of their heyday might reappear. If they couldn't get through it, the Bai family might disappear from then on.

  Life is like this, either you stand up or be buried.

  It's unclear what he was thinking of, but Zuo Liang's face was filled with a mixture of emotions, his eyes gleaming with complexity.

  The Bai family and their followers walked further and further away, with many villagers standing at their doorsteps watching.

  Some of the young men who were on good terms with Bai Ping walked solemnly to Bai Ping's side, put their hands on Bai Ping's shoulders and said: "If Bai Ping needs help, just look for me, I'll always be there."

  "Right, and me."

  "Me too."

  ……

  One by one, Bai Ping's good brothers all stood up, giving Bai Ping courage and hope.

  At this time, some village women who were close to Wang Xiuniang also came over and said that if there was anything they could help with, just let them know. An Yan looked at this scene and almost shed tears.

  Originally thought to be isolated, but unexpectedly everyone was encouraging and supporting them. These villagers were ultimately so simple and kind, illuminating the last ray of sunshine in the hearts of the Bai family, allowing those flames not to be extinguished by the coldness of the world.

  An Yan turned his head to look at his aunt Wang and second sister-in-law Xiu Niang, although he didn't say a word, but his eyes were also red. And Bai Ping, although he was hiding it, if one looked closely, they could still see the fine tremble of his large hands.

  Some villagers who were not good at speaking showed their support through actions and followed behind.

  Before long, the Bai family arrived at the entrance of their home, while the villagers quietly sent some things to the Bai family. Some sent a basket of eggs, some sent a bundle of firewood, and some sent a bag of rice. All kinds of daily necessities, as long as the villagers could think of them, would be sent over to express their goodwill. They didn't say a word, but silently placed the things in the courtyard before leaving.

  Bai Ping put Bai An in the house, and Xiuniang stayed in the house to take care of her. Wang Shi was cooking with Bai Shi in the kitchen, while Bai Ping knelt alone in the mourning hall.

  At this time, the only one who can calmly handle things is An Yan. She came to the door and silently bowed to the outside of the door, saying softly but seriously: "Everyone's kindness, the Bai family will remember it. Everyone rest assured, our Bai family will never fall down, we will definitely stand up again."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the courtyard. The villagers outside the door also felt a bit relieved after hearing this, and they dispersed in twos and threes to return home.

  Anwen sorted and organized the things in the courtyard, carried the food to the kitchen, and put the utensils in the main room. After finishing all this, she went to the kitchen and saw that the dishes were almost cooked. She thought for a moment, then went out of the door, following the route in her memory to find the Bai family's ten mu of land.

  The Bai family has a special feeling for Zhuye Qing, so even if they settle down here, they have their own fields, but they are still mainly engaged in wine brewing. Therefore, the management of the fields is somewhat neglected.

  The people of Green Bamboo Village have always been very meticulous about the management of their fields, making full use of them. Every season they plant different things and basically don't let it lie idle. The Bai family's field is an exception, generally only planting one crop per year in the paddy field.

  An Yan stood by the rice field, looking at the still green rice seedlings, feeling much better. Those were hopes. After a while, they would all turn into golden grains. Her gaze moved away from the seedlings and saw the empty fields next to them. At a glance, An Yan saw that in Bai's ten mu of land, three mu were planted with rice, five mu were idle, and two mu were planted with corn. The corn also needed some time to mature, so for now, both the corn and the five mu of rice field were not expected to produce anything. She put all her thoughts on those empty five mu of land, thinking about what could be done with them.

  She sat quietly alone by the side of the field, with one hand supporting her cheek, in the clear wind, seriously thinking about the future path after the White family.

  The White family is now really poor and white, with no money to spend. Thanks to the care of the villagers, they don't have to struggle with food and drink problems. However, Second Uncle Bai An's body still needs medicine to recuperate, which cannot be interrupted.

  This is now a huge problem for the Bai family.

  What is she going to do?