Old Lady Su was both angry and irritated, and more than a little flustered.
But asking her to produce money was like asking for her life. It was absolutely impossible.
Just then, the Old Village Chief came into the main room, pushing through the villagers gathered outside with his cane.
She hurriedly shoved her son aside and walked over, angrily complaining:
"Village Chief, look at this ungrateful little white-eyed wolf, Su Qiao. She actually said she was going to report her own father. Hurry and help us teach this dead girl a lesson. If we don't discipline her properly, she'll really become lawless."
The Old Village Chief forcefully rapped the dragon-headed end of his cane against the earthen floor. His eyes, though cloudy, were still sharp and spirited as he glared fiercely at her:
"What are you shouting for? I heard everything you said just now."
Old Lady Su shrank her neck and opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't dare say anything more.
"Village Chief..."
Old Lady Liu was afraid that Old Lady Su would cause more trouble, and anxiously tried to step forward.
Su Qiao grabbed her and then calmly looked at the Old Village Chief. "Village Chief, since you heard everything, please judge this matter for us!"
"The Su family wants to drive my mother and me out. Shouldn't they return our fields to us? Without land, are my mother and I supposed to live on northwest wind?"
"When the land was divided, it was calculated according to the number of people. I'm sure you don't want Xiaohe Village to become famous for people starving to death, right?"
Although it was already 1984, food was still extremely scarce, and every household relied on those few plots of land to get by.
For country folk, no