Old man Zhang and his other two sons saw this scene clearly. Once the silver was lost, the family's enthusiasm to save people was like the silver swept away by the flood, leaving no trace.

Old Mrs. Zhang didn't even look at the five people lying motionless on the ground. She turned around and walked home.

Old man Zhang wanted to move them back, but was stopped by the old lady who said, "Isn't it unlucky to carry a dead body back home?" So the family left quietly.

The eyes of the young men who were invited to help almost popped out of their heads.

Especially Zhang Changqing who took the initiative to report the news. He grabbed Zhang Laosan who usually had a good reputation and asked: "What does your family mean? Second brother is like this, and you just leave him alone?"

Zhang Laosan forced an awkward smile on his usually amiable face: "Brother Changqing, you've seen it too. My mother is still angry with my second brother. I'm going home to try to persuade her, and will come to pick up my second brother and his family in a little while."

After saying that, he pulled his hand out with all his strength, caught up with his eldest brother in a few steps, and they soon disappeared into the night.

Only the little girl was left, holding a torn handkerchief and wiping the faces of the five people on the riverbank bit by bit.

She looked up at the men with confused and helpless eyes: "Uncle, can you help me send my parents and brothers and sisters home? It's so cold at night, their hands are frozen."

As the little girl spoke, she used her tiny hands to hold five pairs of hands that were gradually becoming as cold as iron.

She didn't yet understand what it meant for a person's body to become cold and stiff, she just knew she was trying desperately to use her own warmth to warm up her loved ones.

These young men were not stupid and naturally understood what old man Zhang and his wife meant.

Their own conditions were not good, so how could they dare to take on such a task as saving people? Looking at the pitiful look in Xiao Youniang's eyes, they didn't know how to refuse for a moment.

Zhang Changqing immediately made up his mind and handed the broken lantern in his hand to Xiao Youniang: "Wait here, I'll go call the village chief for help!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned and ran towards the village chief's house.

The others either followed Zhang Changqing or sneaked back home and told their families what happened tonight.

Only You Niang was left alone by the dark river. The night wind made her shiver with cold.

Fortunately, the lantern still had some warmth left. After thinking for a while, You Niang put the lantern in her father's arms, took off her slightly thicker clothes and covered her sister with them.

Finally, she held her mother in one hand and her elder brother in the other, trying to warm them with her own warmth.

As for the second brother who had nothing to cover himself with, You Niang was worried: "If only I had one more hand, I could hold on to the second brother."

But it doesn't matter. Xiao Youniang warmed her mother's and her elder brother's hands for a while. When her own hands were no longer warm, she ran to her second brother and put his cold hands on her warm belly: "Fortunately, Xiao Youniang's belly is also warm."

"Don't be afraid, Dad, Mom, Brother, and Sister. I'm here with you. It's okay if grandma doesn't find a doctor for you. I know a doctor and I'll find one for you!"

She patted her chest and made the promise, secretly planning to take out the only copper coin she had hidden for a long time.

The night wind howled, rippling the surface of the creek and taking away the last breath of life from the five people.

With a loud bang, the thunder god seemed to have lost his temper, causing the little girl to tremble violently, and also covering up the sound of five hearts on the river bank that paused briefly and then beat violently.

No one expected that five souls from foreign countries would take advantage of the thunder and sneak into five cold bodies by the creek.

All this was seen only by the little girl Xiao You Niang.

She held her growling stomach and wondered how long it would take her to save up enough to buy a piece of candy.

She was only three years old, and her concept of money was still the size of a copper coin.

The autumn wind was chilly, making Xiao Youniang shiver.

She subconsciously held her father Zhang Laoer's hand, and was surprised to find that the hand, which had always been as cold as stone, had miraculously warmed up.

Xiao Youniang thought she had warmed them up herself, and her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled: "Wait until I warm up the hands of my parents, brothers and sisters, and when Uncle Changqing comes back, we can go home and find a doctor."

As she muttered in her babyish voice, the hands that she had warmed opened their eyes in a trance one after another.

Xu Liyun, who was the first to wake up, looked around at the strangers. A sharp look flashed in her eyes, and then quickly subsided.

Her eyes swept over the young girl who was trying to warm her hands, her brows slightly furrowed, and she slowly closed her eyes.

At the same time, Zhang Fu and his wife were frightened by the thunder at home.

Especially Zhang Fu, who was superstitious. When he heard the thunder, he immediately thought about whether he should bring the second brother's family back to bury them.

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, her face darkened and she stuffed the money box in her hand into the old man's arms: "Look at how much money is left in here? If we bring them back, the funeral of five people, even the simplest one, will cost a lot of money. If we spend the money, how can we starve to death in the future?"

"But if we don't care about the second brother and the others, and the villagers see it, won't they say we are unkind and unjust?" Although Zhang Fu had never done anything great, he attached great importance to face.

Old Lady Zhang sneered, "Can you eat face? If you really bring them back, will there be no funeral expenses? No burial expenses? And those guys who saved people, which one of them doesn't need to be paid for their hard work? I tell you, this money is for Da Wa to study. The fortune teller said that Da Wa is a material for becoming an official. You are delaying my Da Wa's future for these short-lived people. I will never forgive you!"

Zhang Fu was scolded so much that his face was covered with saliva, but the old woman's words made sense.

Not to mention Old Lady Zhang, she herself dreams of having a high-ranking official in her family. Fortunately, the people in Zhangjiazhuang hold their heads high.

He pursed his lips and finally managed to say, "So what do you say?"

Although Old Lady Zhang had some complaints about her second son's family, they were her own flesh and blood after all: "Why should we be afraid? There is more than one family in Zhangjia Village. The village chief values ​​the reputation of the village the most. He is so rich, if he can't stand it, he will naturally help us, and then we will save money!"

Old Mrs. Zhang raised her head proudly for her plan.

Zhang Fu always listened to his wife. Seeing her analysis was very methodical, he nodded without much hesitation. He smacked his lips and started to feel troubled again: "What should we do with the eldest child's education? With the second child's condition, I'm afraid we can't afford the private school in town by ourselves."

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhang Fu, but even Old Lady Zhang frowned. They saw that their eldest grandson's future was about to take off, but the second son had to deal with such a bad thing.

The more Old Mrs. Zhang thought about it, the more upset she felt. She felt sad about the silver that was swept away by the flood, and she was also scolding her second son in her heart.

Finally, she hardened her heart and squeezed out a sentence through her teeth: "There is really no other way, I will sell you!"

Just like when Zhangjiazhuang was hit by a disaster in the early years, she sold her docile little daughter to save her family's life. Now, for the future of the Zhang family, she felt it was worth sacrificing a little girl.

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