However, this was not the most absurd part.. What left everyone at a loss for words was that Widow Wang woke up the next day and insisted on going back to dig up those grains.
Apart from Song Jingchen, everyone thought that she was possessed.
Widow Wang saw that everyone was looking at her with disapproval, so she explained.
Shen Yijia had not been to town for a long time, so she did not know. However, Widow Wang’s habit of visiting other people’s houses to gossip was well known to everyone else.
Not to mention the other regions, the price of food in Anyang County had been rising since five days ago.
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It was said that most of the rice shops had closed down yesterday and no longer sold grain.
This was clearly a winter disaster. If they ran out of food, they would either freeze to death or starve to death.
Widow Wang was glad that she had listened to Shen Yijia and bought the food in advance. How could she give up on the food that had been accumulated? The food was her life now.
Song Jingchen’s expression didn’t change much. He only frowned slightly when he heard that the rice shop didn’t sell grains, but he quickly relaxed. No one noticed this change.
Shen Yijia didn’t expect the matter to be so serious. She remembered that there was a pile of food in the cellar at home and secretly glanced at Song Jingchen. Did her husband predict that there would be a food shortage in advance?
That was what she thought, but she didn’t ask.
Hearing Widow Wang’s words, no one stopped her. Shen Yijia led the way. Widow Wang, Bruiser, and Lin Shao each carried a shovel and pushed a cart towards Bruiser’s house.
Widow Wang had foresight. As soon as she saw that someone’s house in the village had collapsed, she piled up all the valuable items and food in one corner of the house.
With her guidance, Shen Yijia dug it out alone.
After moving everything onto the handcart, they went home together. No one could live here anymore.
Widow Wang was not like the others. She wasn’t related to anyone in Xiagou Village. She was a girl from the neighboring village who had married over. Since the house collapsed, she couldn’t rely on anyone else.
She was an outsider, and the wealth in her family had been passed down through the men from generation to generation. If the man died, the remaining family would have no relatives left. The mother and son could only stay in the Song family for the time being and start a new house in spring.
As soon as they arrived home, they saw that Auntie Tian had also arrived.
Seeing so many people enter, an unnatural expression flashed across Auntie Tian’s face.
Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen, who was drinking tea in silence, and blinked. Her meaning was obvious. “What is going on?” she thought.
Song Jingchen found it funny, but he didn’t show it on his face and shook his head indifferently.
In fact, Auntie Tian had just sat down and hadn’t had the chance to speak, but Song Jingchen more or less guessed it.
Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was off, Widow Wang used the excuse of having to pack her things and quickly left with Bruiser. Lin Shao took a look and quickly followed.
There were only four people left in the central room, including Auntie Tian.
“I don’t know when the snow will stop. Quickly sit down and have a cup of tea to warm yourself up.” Madam Li called out to Auntie Tian.
Auntie Tian took the teacup but did not drink it. She wanted to say something but hesitated.
This time, Madam Li could tell that something was wrong. She asked, “What kind of difficulties did you encounter? Tell me, we are neighbors. If we can help, we’ll definitely help.”
“Bruiser’s house collapsed too?” Auntie Tian didn’t say anything. Instead, she asked about something else.
“That’s right. Fortunately, no one got hit.” Madam Li still felt a lingering fear when she thought about it.
She felt relieved since Shen Yijia was such a lucky charm. If she hadn’t insisted on building a new house, their house would have collapsed too.
Given their family’s relationship with the village, they would have nowhere to stay.
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