"That's right, a man and a woman alone, are you hooking up?"
"Forget about hooking up, you still set fire! What's wrong with you?"
The crowd was excited.
Miaomiao was pushed out by several women, while the two men beside Ye Shen also took a few steps back and stayed far away from him.
The village chief stood up and shouted at the two of them: "Tell me! Why did you set the fire?!"
Ye Shen looked at the men and women around him, who had been walking together these days.
But last night, he never left the room at all, and he also knew that Miaomiao never left.
He had long seen that these people had evil intentions and thought they would do something to him. He didn't even return home and kept waiting.
Unexpectedly, these people drew a big circle, and they thought they were killing someone with a borrowed knife?!
Look at the excited villagers around them. If it had been anyone else, they might have been beaten to death.
So what if it's him?
He would fight back as a last resort, and when the time came he would have injured, maimed, or killed the villagers... and he would be finished.
What a good idea!
"What I didn't want, what I didn't want, he asked me to let go!" Miao Miao seemed to collapse, crying and pointing at Ye Shen.
This directly confirmed the fact that they set the fire.
It was quiet for a while, then exploded.
"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"
The crowd rushed in.
Ye Shen glanced at Miaomiao who was looking at him longingly, turned away indifferently and said loudly: "I'll pay! 2,000 yuan per household!"
The person rushing in suddenly stopped.
Ye Shen did not argue that he was not the one who set the fire. It was useless. With so many witnesses identifying him, he could not explain clearly.
Then let’s not talk about it.
"Are you paying for it?" the village chief asked.
"Yes, 2,000 yuan per household." Ye Shen said.
People in this mountain are really poor. He estimated that the richest family's savings would not exceed 500 yuan.
And 2,000 yuan is enough for every household to build a brick house, and there is still some leftover.
It's so heartwarming.
"He is lying, he has no money, and his family is very poor!" Miao Miao immediately shouted.
"Yes, he lied to you. His family has no money."
The people around Ye Shen immediately said.
They all started talking about how poor Ye Shen's family was, as if they knew Ye Shen very well.
The villagers began to stir up trouble again.
Ye Shen unbuttoned his clothes and took out a wad of money from his inner pocket.
Unfortunately, the maximum denomination of money nowadays is ten yuan, so this pile doesn't amount to much.
Ye Shen knew it was 500.
He took out some more money from other pockets, which finally added up to nearly 2,000 yuan.
If it were him before, he would carry at most 200 yuan with him when he went out.
When I met Hua Zhao a few years ago, I gave her 200 yuan for travel expenses, which was borrowed from a colleague in charge.
But now every time he goes out, Hua Zhao tries his best to stuff money into his pocket.
"I didn't bring so much when I was going out. You divide these among the villagers first, and I'll ask my family to send the rest." Ye Shen said to the village chief.
The village chief took the money and knew it was real as soon as he took it. The look in Ye Shen's eyes suddenly changed.
The fierceness is gone and he becomes smiling.
This amount of money is enough to divide the family into one hundred and eighty cents.
One hundred and eighty yuan is enough to make up for their losses.
The biggest expense in building a mud house is the wood, beams, windows and doors.
Adobe is free of charge.
And lumber is free here, so the cost of building a house here is extremely low.
As for the belongings at home, some people have enough, and some people have less.