"Your clan nephew was even more ridiculous. He ran off to snatch someone else's things, got beaten up, and you can still blame someone else for that?"
As he spoke, he cast a sharp glance at Su Guofu:
"And your job at the supply and marketing cooperative, Su Guofu—if you hadn't secretly bought and resold goods for money, would you have been arrested? Would you have lost your job?"
"If I'd known you would blame all of this on Xiao Qiao, I shouldn't have given that job to you in the first place.
I especially shouldn't have spent so much money pulling strings for you. I should have just let you be arrested and sent to prison."
"One incident after another, you've blamed everything on an innocent child. Aren't you people from the Su family afraid of being struck by lightning?"
The villagers, who had not yet completely dispersed, gradually gathered around again when they heard the commotion. They even stopped working in the fields.
After hearing Xiao Aimin's words and thinking it over carefully, many of them felt that he made sense.
"Xiao Aimin is right. The one buried in the mine that year wasn't just Old Man Su. And on that mountain, Su Guoqiang wasn't the only one who got his foot crushed."
How could they blame this on a little girl?
If that were true, then wouldn't the other people who had been crushed to death or injured also have someone in their families with an overly harsh fate?
"So Su Guoqiang lost such a good job at the supply and marketing cooperative for no reason back then because he was a profiteer?
Looks like we really wronged the Su family's Erya."
"That may not be true. I think their Erya really does have a tough fate.