Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Everyone Joins in the Bustle Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Everyone Joins in the Bustle At this remark, Li Xiulan’s face also showed some embarrassment. The incident had happened more than twenty days ago, and she would not have brought gifts if it hadn’t been for the villagers’ pressure that day.
The few women who had e along as witnesses felt somewhat ashamed as well, as they had all been pulled in by Li Xiulan, fearing that the villagers wouldn’t be aware of her ing to give thanks.
Just then, Wang Chunnian, the wife of the village secretary’s brother, came along with the couple, panting slightly. Wang Chunnian had hurriedly gathered some items to bring over after learning that Li Xiulan had taken people to Luo Qiao’s house.
Luo Qiao looked at the people entering through the courtyard gate, still a bit stunned. Since she had moved in here, aside from Lu Yichen’s initial visits, it was only the Zhao family that had e a few times. What kind of wind was blowing today that they all ended up here?
Luo Qiao said, “Auntie, what brings you here? Please, e in.”
Wang Chunnian glanced at the neatly arranged courtyard and smiled, “You’re quite capable. We’ve always meant to thank you. That day, if it weren’t for your timely intervention, my brother-in-law’s family would have suffered a great deal.”
Luo Qiao replied, “You can’t say that, it’s just that I happened to know a few things. I’m happy to help everyone, there’s no need to take it to heart.”
Zhou Xiaomei, the sister-in-law of Wang Chunnian’s family, stepped forward and took Luo Qiao’s hand: “Luo Qiao, don’t say it like that. We’ve been neglectful in ing over to thank you because of the business before.
Please don’t be offended by our rudeness, auntie. If it wasn’t for you, my family would have been ruined. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
Zhang Degang, the brother of the village secretary, placed the items he was carrying onto the stone platform in the yard and said, “Luo Qiao, I’m not good with words, but I have noted your kindness. If there’s ever anything big or small that you need help with in the future, just let me know.
The gifts we brought today aren’t very expensive, to be honest. You probably know the situation in my family; our means are limited. But whatever it is, it’s our way of showing gratitude, and I hope you won’t take it as insufficient.”
Luo Qiao felt somewhat overwhelmed: “Everybody, listen to me. I appreciate your sentiments, I really do. Now that I have a job, I get paid, and I can occasionally gather some herbs to sell at the collection station for pocket money. As a single person, I have enough to eat, so I’m not suffering.
But it’s different for you all. Uncle Degang, your family has just spent a lot of money, and Auntie Xiulan, your husband Shunyi lost a lot of blood and still needs to recover. So I really can’t accept these gifts.”
It was not clear who spread the word that Zhang Degang and Gao Shunyi’s families had e to give thanks to Luo Qiao, so a group of onlookers came to see the motion and ended up just outside the front gate to hear Luo Qiao’s naive refusals.
Then Kong Baoru, the sister of the notorious village gossip Kong Yuru, walked in laughing and directly uncovered the cloth covering the basket Li Xiulan had placed on the ground.
The large basket contained two Chinese cabbages, a handful of leeks, and three eggs. Kong Baoru immediately burst out laughing: “Sister-in-law Xiulan, you’re really not being sincere.
To think that you brought such a big basket for Shunyi’s life only to be worth two Chinese cabbages, a handful of leeks, and three eggs.”
Li Xiulan’s face twisted with chagrin under Kong Baoru’s ridicule. She glared at Kong Baoru and said, “This is all we have at home. What can I do?”
Zhou Xiaomei, Zhang Degang’s wife, said, “We’re also having a hard time at the moment. Luo Qiao, you really can’t look down on this.”
As she spoke, she opened the basket she had brought, which contained almost twenty or thirty eggs and two jars of orange preserves. She looked defiantly at Li Xiulan.
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