Chapter 156: The Fan Qian family is not a human being again
Li Wen finished his business and prepared to go back.
Thinking of the last time Xing Hui was pushed down the slope by Sun Jinhua, the old village chief helped her and Xing Hui to seek justice without any hesitation. Today, in this rainy weather, Li Wen had to go there again. Shui Qing shouted, "Brother Li, wait for me."
She turned and went into the kitchen.
Fan Jin knew that Shui Qing went to the kitchen to pack mutton, so he stayed there and talked to Li Wen about the situation in the village.
Li Wen told the whole story of digging ditches in the village, and angrily told the practices of Fan Qian and Fan Damu.
"We have never worked together before, and I never thought they were such people who didn't care about the overall situation!"
After saying that, he felt like he was complaining, and smiled embarrassedly.
Fan Qian is Fan Jin's elder brother anyway, and Fan Damu is also a member of their Fan family.
However, Fan Jin and Fan Qian are not the same kind of people, and Fan Damu is like Fan Qian's brother.
Fan Jin frowned and asked, "Didn't you tell the old village chief?"
The old village chief should be able to deal with his elder brother.
Li Wen sighed, "At that time, we thought that if Fan Qian and Fan Damu didn't dig, could we not dig?
We have to dig anyway. It's useless to tell my father, it will just make him more angry."
His father disliked people who didn't work hard and just waited for the advantage.
Fan Jin was silent for a while, and it was not easy to say it clearly, so he just reminded: "As for the flood prevention later, you should ask my elder brother's opinion, and then tell your father to see what he is going to do."
Li Wen's eyes widened, not understanding what Fan Jin meant by this.
How dare Fan Qian not work hard to prevent the flood?
Besides, even if Fan Qian was thick-skinned and still didn't work, they still had to do it.
How could they not prevent the flood...
Shui Qing came into the kitchen, took out a coarse pottery basin, opened the lid and put the mutton.
The mutton, which had been slowly stewed on a low fire at noon, had already been soft and tasty. When the lid was opened, a smell of meat came to the face.
When Hu the butcher heard that it was for the old village chief's family, he immediately thought of the old village chief who had done justice for his granddaughter when he came to help his daughter build a house last year!
He immediately had a good impression of her.
He directed beside the stove: "Qing'er, take the piece with thick skin! It has oil and water.
Hey, this piece is also good, with a lot of oil in the middle!
We also have mutton offal soup at home, you should take more, too little will be embarrassing to give to others."
Shuiqing originally picked the thin skin and thick meat, but after hearing what her father said, she realized that people at this time prefer to eat the oily parts.
And the subcutaneous part is full of oil, which is where there is a lot of oil and water.
She changed to take it according to what her father said.
At noon, everyone held the sheep bones to chew, and a lot of mutton offal soup was left. At night, they baked white flour corn cakes, wrapped the soft and tasty mutton, and drank it with mutton offal soup.
Well, they still have mutton offal soup at home, and more than ten pounds of mutton is indeed a lot, so take more for the old village chief's family!
The pottery basin filled with braised lamb was wrapped with oil paper, tied with a thin hemp rope, and finally put into the bamboo basket.
This way, it is not inconvenient to hold it in your hands, and you don’t have to worry about getting wet in the rain.
When Li Wen saw Shui Qing carrying a bamboo basket with a large pottery basin in it, he immediately realized that this was food for his family!
He turned around and ran, but Fan Jin quickly grabbed the hem of his raincoat.
He said bitterly, "Sister, this is not okay. If my father knew that I brought you a message and brought things back, he would scold me to death!"
His father didn't scold people, but just talking was more cruel than scolding. He said it wherever it hurts!
None of the three brothers were not afraid.
Shui Qing smiled and said, "This is for the old village chief! If you take it back, your father will definitely not say anything to you."
After everything was packed, Shui Qing handed it over, and Li Wen couldn't pull it. He took it with a bitter face and walked back.
After going down the slope, I went to Fan Qian's house first.
I repeated what Shui Qing said, "You said in the morning that Zhaodi was not found and you were not in the mood to dig ditches. Now Zhaodi is fine, you can dig ditches tomorrow, right?"
Fan Qian hummed and hummed without saying anything.
A woman rushed out of the house with a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "How can you say you are fine! You can say you are fine if you have broken bones?
Look at this house, is there a place for her to lie down?!"
Not only can she not work after being brought back, but someone will also need to serve her.
Li Wen was startled and looked closely to find that it was Sun Jinhua.
I thought, does the poison of potatoes differ from person to person?
How come Fan Qian and his four sons have no throat problems, but Sun Jinhua's throat is so hoarse.
Oh, Guifen said that Fan Qian's mother's voice is also hoarse and unpleasant.
Could it be that the poison of potatoes differs from man to woman?
Shaking his head, Li Wen stopped caring about irrelevant things and continued, "Then, then we can't leave Zhaodi at her uncle's house forever, right?"
"Why not? Why not?" Sun Jinhua asked with her neck stiff.
She can't work if she is brought back, and there is one more person's ration.
She will not suffer any loss if she is left there to eat Hu Shuiqing's food!
It is she, Hu Shuiqing, who should be anxious and angry.
Li Wen didn't expect that the couple was not anxious at all, and asked hesitantly: "Don't you want to? You don't go to see the baby when it is injured?"
It was raining heavily outside, but he could go there. If they, as parents, want to go, there is no way.
Didn't you say you were very anxious before, why are you not anxious now?
Fan Qian hummed and stuttered: "We are not doctors, and it won't get better even if we see it."
Li Wen understood that these two people didn't care about their daughter from the bottom of their hearts!
I have seen cruel people, but I have never seen such cruel people.
He stopped talking about Fan Zhaodi and digging ditches. Thinking of Fan Jin's reminder, he asked, "The river is about to flood the village. We need to prepare sacks of soil to build a dam to prevent flooding. How many people will your family provide?
We also need to provide sacks."
Fan Qian opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.
Fan Dazhu and the other four continued, "The rain may stop soon. Is it necessary to waste sacks?"
"Yes, sacks are not easy to get, and it's tiring to load soil. Isn't it better to stay at home in the rainy weather? Why go out and suffer?"
"We don't object to building a dam to prevent flooding, but we don't think it's necessary. If you insist on doing it, Uncle Li, we have nothing to say. After all, your father is the head of our village. How can we not listen?"
Anyway, if their family doesn't contribute people or effort, the people in the village will still have to build it.
As long as the people in the village build it, their family will benefit as well.
Just like digging ditches, if the men in the village dig it, can't their family still drain the water? Why go out and suffer in a rainstorm?
Li Wen took a deep breath and felt a surge of anger in his chest!
They are sure that they will also contribute to the construction of the dam for their own family, right?
Li Wen felt that there was no need to talk to them anymore.
Fan Qian's family refused, and Fan Damu's family must be even more unwilling.
He went home with a lot of anger.
When he saw his family, he couldn't help but tell them everything.
Wang Guifen was worried: "What should we do? We can't do it if they don't do it?"
Li Wu and Li Qiang were angry and cursed them for being inhuman after hearing this.
"They are sure that we will definitely do it!"
Zhao Lan sighed: "But we have to do it."
The old village chief walked out of the inner room with a cane, looked at the heavy rain outside the eaves, and said in a deep voice: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
After tonight, Fan Qian's family will come to beg them to do it tomorrow!