My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 227 Who dares to make a sound?
Chapter 227: 227 Who dares to make a sound?
"You are all Tangtang’s uncles, busy with the village’s affairs since early morning. What’s wrong with Tangtang treating you to some ice pops? Don’t be so polite; go ahead and eat,"
The villagers felt extremely comfortable with Lin Lu’s words.
The corners of their mouths almost reached the backs of their heads.
After biting the ice pop, it felt so sweet and refreshing that their whole bodies relaxed.
"This ice pop is both sweet and fragrant."
"Thanks to Tangtang."
"We’re really lucky!"
...
The village kids huddled next to their fathers, their little faces brimming with joy as they spoke in hushed tones.
"Dad, Sister Tangtang also bought one for us. The ice pop is so delicious."
"Dad, it’s so much fun in the county. I’m definitely going to study hard so that later on I can have a secure job and buy meat for you and mom to eat..."
The villagers chatted lively as Li Jiancai and Shuanzi approached Lin Tang.
"Tangtang, I heard about that from Shuanzi; thank you for looking out for the lad." Li Jiancai patted his nephew on the shoulder, his eyes filled with gratitude.
He had only found out this morning about the Lin Family arranging for Shuanzi to deliver vegetables to the county every day.
The news stirred complicated feelings in him.
Jiangang was gone, leaving behind his siblings and several kids.
As the eldest son, Shuanzi had two younger siblings under him and faced enormous pressure.
They relied purely on farming to live, and life was truly difficult.
Having a stable income would be a tremendous blessing.
Lin Tang smiled and said, "Brother Shuanzi is being too polite. It was just a coincidence. Work hard, and your life will slowly improve."
In her eyes, the people of the village were honest, capable, and sincere, deserving of a better life.
Since losing her own father, Shuanzi, who was about the same age as Lin Qingmu, had matured a lot.
Moreover, with his hard work and contribution to the public work points, he grew thin and dark, but his eyes were dark and bright, filled with light.
"Mhm, I will," Shuanzi nodded earnestly.
He struggled for a long time before finally managing to say, "...Thank you, Tangtang."
Rural boys always felt embarrassed to say words they found a bit cheesy.
Lin Tang shook her head, "No need to thank me. Carrying so many vegetables to the county every day is no easy task..."
Before she could finish, a loud shout came from a staff member nearby.
"...You little brat, either donate or get lost, no more quotas for today..."
The shouting was directed at a pair of siblings dressed in tattered clothes.
The sister’s hair was a messy tangle, her face covered in sweat, and she wore an expression of wounded pride.
The brother was skinny and small, with rough skin and eyes full of stubborn defiance.
The boy clenched his fists, indignantly saying, "Why do they get a quota and not us? You’re looking down on people."
The staff member, having been busy all morning, was already irritable and had little patience for the child’s complaint.
With an outstretched arm, he harshly pushed him away.
"Get lost! If I say there’s no more, then there’s no more. Don’t fucking babble here..."
The young boy stumbled, nearly falling into a basket full of grains.
His face turned beet red with anger.
He wished he could pick up a stone and smash it into the man’s face.
His eyes glared hatefully at the man’s retreating figure.
His sister’s tears fell as she hit him on the back a few times, crying out in frustration, "...I told you not to talk nonsense. If we can’t turn in the grain today, we’ll have to carry it all back.
It’s a two-hour journey, and if we have to carry it back, we’ll need to hit the road again early tomorrow morning.
If I had known you’d offend someone, I wouldn’t have brought you..."
The girl’s tears kept falling, her eyes swollen as she cried in despair.
The surrounding farmers watched silently, not daring to speak a word of fairness.
The people from the Grain Station were too intimidating.
If they dared to object, their own grain might not be accepted. Their silence harmed no one but themselves.
In a situation where everyone was for themselves, who would dare to make a sound?
Such a pity for the two youngsters.
Witnessing this scene, Lin Tang felt very uncomfortable.
The workers at the Grain Station held their iron rice bowls, eating the public’s grain.
What they relied on were just ordinary people, right?
Now, to speak harshly to an honest and hardworking child, it’s really disgusting.
Lin Lu’s eyebrows knitted into small mounds, and with a sense of helplessness, he said, "Sigh! They’re still just kids. If they were one’s own children, it could break a person’s heart."
"Pah, those sons of bitches at the Grain Station, each with thighs thicker than their waists, acting all high and mighty. Whatever they say goes; nobody dares to control them or oppose them. All we can do is endure it." Li Jiancai spit out a mouthful of saliva, his disdain for these people’s behavior clear.
Lin Tang’s eyes flickered with curiosity and she asked, "Uncle Jiancai, do you know whose power these people borrow from?"
Li Jiancai’s body stiffened.
He looked around cautiously.
His voice was pressed to an extreme low.
He made a one gesture, pushing upwards twice.
"It’s the big shot of our entire county, you understand?"
After Li Jiancai finished speaking, he clearly felt the air around him compress for a moment.
A cold, chilling breeze swept through, making one’s body go cold.
Hiss...
"Why did it suddenly get so cold! Is the weather cooling down?" Li Jiancai rubbed his arms and muttered quietly.
If the temperature really dropped, it would be great if it brought some rain with it.
Upon hearing this, Lin Tang instantly withdrew the coldness from her body.
That big shot?
Heh.
Could this be what they call a small world?
True to their style, the Lin Family’s actions are as domineering as ever.
Thinking this, Lin Tang stepped towards the siblings.
"Wipe off the sweat!" she handed them two tissues, saying softly.
The two siblings hung their heads low, their bodies exuding a sense of helplessness.
They looked as forlorn as little chicks soaked in the rain.
The scrawny little girl, upon hearing the voice, looked up and briefly stared in astonishment at Lin Tang’s pretty, fair face.
"...Thank you," she replied in a hoarse voice.
In one’s youth, self-esteem is especially strong, often plunging into a sense of inferiority over one’s own poverty, ugliness, rusticity... sinking into the dust.
For this girl delivering grain, that was exactly the case.
Embarrassed and self-conscious.
Wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.
After a moment of silence, the siblings took the tissues, wiped their faces haphazardly, and thanked her again.
"...Thank you."
Lin Tang reassured them kindly, "It’s okay, don’t worry."
Not far away,
Lin Lu passed another, somewhat reasonable worker a cigarette, and after exchanging a few words, the man nodded.
"Bring the grain over!" the Grain Station worker said indifferently.
The ragged-looking siblings’ eyes suddenly brightened, and they half-squatted, ready to hoist the grain onto their backs.
The grain they brought was not much, the sister carried a bag, and the brother a basket on his back.
Seeing the two frail children, who looked like they could be blown over by a gust of wind, members of the Shuangshan Brigade hurried forward to carry the grain for them.
They only stopped after watching the Grain Station folks give them the receipt.
Helping out when away from home is a good deed.
Who knows if one’s own children might face such circumstances someday...
"Okay, keep the receipt safe, and hurry back home!" said Lin Lu with emotion.
None of it is easy!
Having settled their main business, the worry gradually faded from the faces of the siblings, who now seemed to have gained some spirit.
"...Thank you, uncle, may good people lead peaceful lives," they said.
After speaking, the two siblings bowed to the people of the Shuangshan Brigade and left.
The people from Shuangshan Brigade then followed them out of the Grain Station.