People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 950 Goodness

"Xiao Shi, go and give this animal skin to Aunt Zhou at the east end of the village. She caught a cold a few days ago. Ask her to make a new blanket for her."

The hunter stuffed a piece of animal skin into Fang Xiaoshi's hand, and then took out a jar and said, "There is also this pot of medicinal wine. Your brother Zhou Liu at the west end of the village twisted his ankle a few days ago. You can send it to him so that he can apply the medicine to heal his wound."

Fang Xiaoshi held two things in his arms and said in confusion:

“Why are you giving them these things?”

"Kid, everyone in the village has helped us, and we must thank them." The hunter taught him a lesson.

Fang Xiaoshi's eyes widened slightly: "They help us? Didn't we help the village?"

"If you weren't so stubborn, why would everyone waste money on this banquet?" The hunter said solemnly, "Don't you know how difficult the village has been in the past few years? Let's put aside our past grudges, and we must seize this opportunity."

Seeing his father trying hard to please others, Fang Xiaoshi was so angry that his body was shaking.

"Be obedient, and consider it as your father begging you."

"I……"

Faced with the hunter's repeated requests, Fang Xiaoshi could only grit his teeth, lower his head and quickly flee from home.

After he delivered both items with resentment in his heart, he walked alone in the village again. He met other villagers from time to time, and most of them avoided him from a distance when they saw him.

Even if they accidentally bumped into each other, the villagers would just say hello with a strange look on their faces and then turn their heads around and pretend to be busy.

Fang Xiaoshi took a deep breath and tried hard not to lose his temper.

But when he met a few children of similar age, he witnessed with his own eyes that the children's parents hurried forward and pulled them away, obviously not wanting their children to have anything to do with him, Fang Xiaoshi.

The resentment in Fang Xiaoshi's heart suddenly surged to its peak.

"Xiao Shi, what are you doing here?"

An old voice came from behind, interrupting Fang Xiaoshi's temper that was about to explode.

Fang Xiaoshi turned around and saw who was coming, and his expression was not very good:

"Village Chief, do you have something to talk to me about?"

The village chief smiled gently, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out slightly.

He stepped forward and patted Fang Xiaoshi on the shoulder, then took out another small bag from his waist pocket:

"When I was chatting with your father the day before yesterday, he mentioned that the family had eaten up all the salt. I wanted to give him some yesterday to last until the salt merchant came, but I was so busy all day that I almost forgot."

Fang Xiaoshi looked a little surprised when he took the bag of salt handed to him by the village chief.

The village chief put his hand on Fang Xiaoshi's shoulder and said with emotion:

"Xiao Shi, your father has been in poor health recently. As a son, you have grown up and should learn how to take care of your father.

Last year, I was furious about the incident at the ancestral temple. But when we couldn’t find you, the villagers were worried. Fortunately, you came back. It was a blessing.”

"You don't blame me anymore?" Fang Xiaoshi asked in surprise.

"...At least don't be confused again next time." The village chief smiled bitterly.

Fang Xiaoshi lowered his head again, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The village chief looked at Fang Xiaoshi's expression. After all, he was already quite old, so he could still see something from this young man.

"You seem to have something on your mind?" The village chief asked kindly, "Talk to me, maybe I can help you solve it?"

“The villagers don’t like me.”

"Ok?"

This time it was the village chief's turn to look surprised.

He looked around but didn't see any villagers around to question. He lowered his head and looked at Fang Xiaoshi, asking:

"Did someone bully you?"

Fang Xiaoshi lowered his head and said nothing.

The village chief said softly, "I watched you grow up, and I understand your character.

We are all from the same village. It's not just you. Others have had some verbal or even physical conflicts. We are all from the same village. Let it go after it's over. Life must go on."

After saying this, the village chief paused and said to himself:

“After all, it turns out that I am not doing a good enough job as the village chief. If I could make everyone live a peaceful life and every family become prosperous, why would we have all these troubles?

But what can I do? How can I fight against God? "

The village chief looked up at the blue sky.

The clear blue sky could not dispel the depression in the village chief's heart. Instead, it made him feel suffocated as if he was being swallowed up by the deep sky.

Fang Xiaoshi looked at the village chief. He couldn't understand the old man's feelings.

"Look at me, why am I telling you all this?" The village chief came back to his senses and seemed to find his own feelings a little funny. "Anyway, live a good life, grow up well, and don't be impulsive when encountering things."

Patting Fang Xiaoshi on the shoulder, the village chief turned around and left with something on his mind.

Fang Xiaoshi didn't know how he got back home.

He was entangled in his hazy memories along the way. In the past scenes, many familiar yet unfamiliar figures appeared on the edge of the dark memory. He could not see their faces clearly, only their constantly opening and closing mouths and raised arms pointing at him.

He even caught a glimpse of his father, who was also hidden in the shadows, standing with the villagers.

He is the only one who doesn't fit in with the people around him.

After returning home, Xiaoshi didn't say a word to the hunter. He went back into the house and lay on the bed.

He just felt tired, very tired.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a sound approaching the bed, and then a blanket was covered on him.

The hunter's rough hand gently rested on Fang Xiaoshi's forehead. After confirming that he did not have a fever, a faint sigh echoed in the room, and the hunter's hunched back pushed the door and walked out of the room.

At night, a small meeting was held in the ancestral temple of Moushan Village.

Representatives from each family in the village were gathered together by the village chief, and they watched quietly as he worshipped before the statue of his ancestors in the ancestral temple.

After meticulously completing the worship ceremony, the village chief turned around and glanced at the familiar faces present.

"Everyone, Xiaoshi is back, which is a good thing. Our village will soon receive infrastructure subsidies from the government, which is also a good thing."

The village chief spoke slowly, as if he was also thinking about his decision: "I thought about it and thought that we should take this opportunity to do another good thing for the village. Let Xiaoshi change his surname, and his family will be a native family in our village in the future.

There is no such thing as outsiders or outsiders, we are all family, what do you think?"

The representatives immediately began to discuss in low voices.

After a while, someone asked tentatively: "Village Chief, what did you find?"

The village chief looked a little gloomy and nodded:

"I hope everyone will stop being prejudiced against Fang Xiaoshi. He is also a child of our village, just like your own children."

The representatives began to discuss in low voices again.

However, this time it did not last long, and a number of representatives immediately chose to speak out.

"I have no objection. Hunter Fang has lived in our village for such a long time, and everyone trusts him."

"Xiao Shi has always had a knot in his heart. I hope that after changing his last name, he can feel a sense of belonging."

Seeing that his proposal was supported, the village chief nodded with satisfaction:

"But this matter still needs to be taken seriously. Call Hunter Fang tomorrow to talk to him, and then hold a village meeting the day after tomorrow to finalize the matter."

This internal meeting of Moushan Village ended on a positive note.

The village chief waited until everyone else had left, then bowed to the statues of ancestors in the ancestral temple, and then closed the door of the temple respectfully.

The next second, Qi Yan's figure jumped out from behind the ancestor statue, sat down on the altar, picked up the offering fruit and started eating it.

Three graceful figures floated down from the beams of the ancestral temple.

"Your behavior is very rude." Chen frowned and accused.

"Fruits are meant to be eaten, not left to rot in front of clay sculptures." Qi Yan remained indifferent and continued to chew the fruit. "Besides, I have done so many impolite things. If you really want to control me, I will tire you to death."

List:"……"

Qiu Bai interrupted the two people's bickering and said, "I don't understand. The results of Moushan Village should be developing in a good direction. Why do you want to stay here?"

"Do you think I don't want to leave? In fact, I am more anxious than any of you."

Qi Yan threw away the fruit core, saying he was anxious, but his face remained calm: "But since we have encountered this, we must take care of it. Fortunately, what I am best at is not being a human being.

These villagers are not that bad, it's a pity that they met me in a hurry. I hope Wei Lao Er can come back in time to save these people from me."