Bai Sanshu pushed Bai Liu away, knelt down in front of Mrs. Bai, and choked with sobs: "Mother, my son has been out of your sight since he was a child, and he knows it. Over the years, his son has also made a lot of contributions to the family, and the family has been separated.
I don’t want anything at all. If my mother really doesn’t want to see her son alive, my son will hit him to death immediately. I just ask my mother not to embarrass other mothers in the future. My son is begging my mother!”
Amid Old Mrs. Bai's scolding, Bai Sanshu's mind was filled with things happening in the town, which also made him more determined to protect his wife and children. He could no longer be fooled like a fool, and he was the only one who would suffer the consequences later.
Sanshu's wife and children.
Although Bai Sanshu's legs were disabled, his voice was very loud.
An old man was forced to cry by the word "filial piety", and he just wanted to die to satisfy his mother and save his wife and children. Many people who listened felt sad.
"Okay, then you go and die! You are an unfilial son. If you die, you can repay my mother's kindness in giving birth." Old Mrs. Bai said fiercely, not caring about mother and child at all.
The village chief had something to announce, so he naturally came earlier and had already stood outside for a while.
Seeing that Mrs. Bai really wanted Bai Sanshu to die, she immediately shouted, "Who dares to force the descendants of my Bai family to death?"
The village chief strode into the courtyard, his face turning black with anger.
But Old Mrs. Bai was a bit senior, so the village chief couldn't curse directly, so he pointed at Bai Sanshu and cursed: "Lao San, you are a loser. Your father gave you your life. It flows in your bones."
She is also a bloodline of the Bai family! If anyone forces you to die by relying on your elders, the elders of the Bai family are not a decoration. Such a cruel and ruthless woman will not continue to harm the descendants of the Bai family if she is divorced!"
Old Mrs. Bai stiffened. She had already buried someone in her neck. After being divorced, where could she go to her parents' home?
"The third child is my son. I want him to die. No one can control it!" Mrs. Bai relied on her sons to go out. She usually wouldn't let others go in the village, so naturally she wouldn't say soft words.
The village chief narrowed his eyes and shouted angrily: "I call you aunt because of my deceased fifth uncle. If you want to force the third child to death, you should not tell me that my fifth uncle is under the Nine Springs."
Yes, the Bai family cannot agree! Besides, I am not the village chief for nothing. If you really dare to force the third child to death, I will dare to report it to the official and see how the Yamen will deal with such a vicious person like you..."
Due to relatives, the village chief did not finish what he said later, but he also expressed his position.
There is a public ancestral hall in the village, and a respected elder from each surname is selected as the clan elder. If there is a friction or dispute and it is inconvenient for the village chief to come forward, these clan elders will handle it.
However, there were not many ancestral halls opened, and farmers rarely divorced their wives.
Furthermore, even if a man of a family wants to divorce his mother-in-law, as long as the woman is not the one who suffers, there will be no fuss in the woman's family and the clan will not care.
When Old Mrs. Bai heard that her son was going to jail even after being forced to death, she fainted.
"Lao San, please take care of your injury quickly. What should you do if you catch a cold?" The village chief didn't want to deal with other people's housework. He thought about something for a while and hurriedly said to Bai Sanshu.
Bai Ling had already observed Bai Sanshu's injuries, and since they were just flesh injuries, he didn't rush to deal with them.
To prevent the villagers from seeing Bai Sanshu's injuries, the commotion at the old house would continue. Even if Bai Sanshu didn't feel some pain himself, he wouldn't be cruel.
"Third sister, you go into the house and find a clean cloth. Mom, you wash dad's wound with water, and I'll get some medicine right away." Bai Ling said in a loud voice, and hurriedly went to the medicine basket to find something new that he had dug out today.
of Echinacea.
Although the villagers were standing outside, they had good eyesight and saw Bai Ling bring out a handful of prickly pear vegetables.
When people in the countryside raise pigs, they often cut thorns and feed them back to the pigs, so as to save some rice bran and so on.
After all, rice bran can satisfy hunger during times of famine, and many people in poor conditions eat thick noodles with rice bran wrapped in them.
"This little girl from Sanfang is not stupid, is she? Why is she using pigweed as medicine for her father?" someone questioned.
"Perhaps, this girl has endured a lot of hardships. Her engagement was annulled and she was imprisoned by a wealthy family in the town. She must have something wrong with her brain."
"Hey, the third bedroom is also pitiful."
Bai Ling naturally heard what people outside said, and this also gave her the opportunity to bring the topic into the conversation.
Bai Ling washed the acanthus with Lingquan water, mashed it and applied it on Bai Sanshu's wound. Bai Wei immediately stepped forward to wrap it up.
"Uncle the village chief, this prickly pear vegetable is also a medicinal material. The drug store said it is called Xiaoji. It costs three cents a pound to dry in the sun. It is very effective in stopping bleeding when crushed." When Bai Ling was helping to bandage, he did not forget to tell the villager loudly.
Said a long sentence.
If she didn't talk about gathering herbs, if the people from the old house left, her plan would be ruined.
The village chief looked at the grass feeding the pigs in surprise, and asked a few questions about the medicinal herbs. He was sure that several medicinal herbs were known to the villagers, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of pain.
How much silver can a pig be sold for?
But the grass fed to the pigs is probably worth more than the money of a pig in a year.
"Folks, I've called you all here today because I have something good to tell you." The village chief cleared his throat and shouted to the villagers outside the yard: "Bai Sanshu's family discovered that we were feeding the pigs with thorns."
, Plantain seed, and those honeysuckle flowers are all medicinal materials that can be sold, so they went to me specifically to tell me that they wanted people in our village to make some money."
"What? Can those pigweeds be sold for money, or are they medicinal herbs?"
"You're not trying to trick people, are you? My girl is always making wreaths out of those honeysuckle flowers, and they cause quite a lot of harm."
Many women in the crowd were saying this, obviously not believing it.
After everyone talked for a while and the topic started to go off the rails, the village chief shouted again: "Anyone who doesn't want to add some income to the family, get the hell out of here. Anyone who wants to make some money, keep talking."
Shut up and listen to what I have to say."
The village chief's words made the sounds outside the yard disappear.
Bai Ling pulled his younger brother and sister back to stand, taking advantage of this moment to whisper something.
Old Mrs. Bai originally wanted to wait until everyone left before looking for a place with Bai Sanshu. Now when she heard such words, she threw the knife at Sanfang without any money, as if Sanfang gave all their money to outsiders.
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"...That's the thing. Regardless of whether you want to make money or not, you are not allowed to leak the news, otherwise you will be waiting to use money to make up for the losses of the people in our village. In addition, Sanshu announced this news out of concern for the villagers.
In this case, please remember that everyone has helped Sanshu, so we can't take advantage of him and make irresponsible remarks behind his back."
"Whatever the Sanshu family can do in the future, it will be their ability. If anyone dares to make a fool of themselves and force others to ask for prescriptions, don't blame me as the village chief for being rude. We have to know whether Qianshan Village can tolerate it.
Grateful people!" The village chief said a lot of words in succession, and his throat was filled with smoke.
Bai Ling was very discerning and brought a bowl of water, and the village chief nodded approvingly.
After hearing what the village chief said, Mrs. Bai immediately blew up the temple. She gave Bai Sanshu a fierce look and shouted at the village chief: "Village Chief, what you did is unreasonable. My Sanshu is honest, and you can't take the lead."
Bullying him! If we have money-making matters, we can handle it ourselves, so why do we need help from the villagers? Let’s all leave. What the village chief said doesn’t count. We can handle the herb matters ourselves, so we don’t need them.