"Man-made," Yao Qi put his hands around his chest. There was the smell of oil on it. There was no reason why such a house would be burned down inexplicably in seconds, and it would only burn yours.
Shen Junning looked around. It was really man-made. However, she had never had any grudges or enmities with others. Who hated her so much that she had to burn her home to the ground?
Danger, she squinted her eyes, unless it was related to the bag.
She looked at the women who worked for her again. Some had regrets, some sighed, and some were already crying very uncomfortably. However, she still found that some of them had a little wandering eyes. Huh, the expression on his face is also complicated.
She didn't want to hold anyone responsible, nor did she want to know the reason. If it burned, it would burn, and it would not only burn the house, but also her trust in certain people.
She twitched the corners of her lips a few times and said, "Let's go." She turned around and when passing by the village chief, she took out a bag from her body and handed it to the village chief, "Uncle village chief, I'm sorry, this house It's because I didn't protect it well, maybe the stove was too hot and I didn't pay attention to the sparks." When she said this, she clearly felt it, as if several people were relieved.
She calmly noted down the faces of these people, whether it was them who did it, or whether it had something to do with the absence of them, she thought, she would know it soon.
The villager took the silver and sighed, "Girl Shen, don't blame yourself too much. As long as no one is hurt, you can live in this house in a few days after everyone helps you get up."
"No need," Shen Bingning shook her head, "Uncle Village Chief, I happen to have something to do, so I won't be staying here."
"Think about it, the village chief." She still wanted to see the shop, and it was really inconvenient to go back and forth, so he didn't say anything more. He weighed the money in his hand and decided to buy this house before the Chinese New Year. Let's talk about it later, we can't just let it go.
This matter has not been resolved yet, so Shen Bingning took Shen Shuang and Yao Qi to the village chief's house first. Mrs. Lin looked sad and didn't know what to do. Everyone has to rely on this to celebrate the New Year. , if I can’t get a job, how much less money will I make?
"Sister-in-law, it's okay," Shen Bingning comforted her. She was not sad about her house, but now she had to comfort others. She didn't know if this was joy in hardship.
Mrs. Lin sighed, "Sister, don't be sad, there will be a house in a few days."
"Well, I know," Shen Bingning nodded slightly, then sat on a chair on the side, and the corners of her lips fell. If it is covered again, it may not be the same as before, just like a human being. Just like her heart, it has been hurt. No matter how good it is, there will still be scars. She put her hands on the table and propped up her jaw. She wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while. Too many things happened today. She was really tired, and she was waiting for something to happen and someone to come.
Soon after, as expected, several women from the village came together at the same time. They looked at each other, and finally walked up to Mrs. Lin.
"I'm sorry, Sister-in-law Lin, we can no longer help Dong Shen's family."
"What?" Mrs. Lin simply couldn't believe her eyes. "Are you crazy? Have you ever calculated how much money you will make this month? I mean, it's from the Zhang Niu family." She looked at a square-faced man. The woman said, "You have to know what your family was like before. It was almost impossible to uncover the truth. You sold your sons and daughters. If it weren't for Sister Shen's emergency money, tell me, how could you still have clothes and food now?" Now..." She pointed at the clothes Sui Zhang Niu's wife was wearing, "You bought this dress too, right? If you don't do it, where will the money come from in the future? You and your family will have to suffer from the northwest wind."