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So, the crowd gradually dispersed and returned home, but Zhu Cuihua's heart was filled with ripples.

The bed is about to be completed, so it would be wise to send it to Ran He and ask him a few questions.

A curious person told others and informed the village director about this matter.

At this moment, the village chief was overwhelmed by the mess of medicinal materials, and then there was the mushroom storm. Now he heard that Ran He cured people and easily received a thank-you gift of 500 taels of silver.

That was a full five hundred taels, enough wealth for Ran He to live the rest of his life in comfort. Thinking of this, the village director's jealousy surged like a tide, and he collapsed on the bed for a moment, feeling indescribable discomfort all over his body.

The village chief's wife watched coldly from the side and couldn't help but sigh at Ran He's luck.

Once upon a time, she tried to drive Ran He out of Wujia Village, but now the situation has changed and she has lost the courage to even mention it.

After all, pushing Ran He to another village would only benefit the opponent. As long as Ran He remained in this village, everything would turn around.

"Village head, village director..."

The villagers came to visit him one after another to discuss countermeasures, and even though he was reluctant to get up, he had no choice but to respond.

"Why don't we each show some kindness and try to please Ran He? I think she is a reasonable person. Look at Zhu Cuihua, she is on good terms with Ran He, and Ran He consults her about everything. And Xiao Gou Dan, just because he has a good relationship with Da Bao and the others, Ran He also looks at them differently."

"I think it's always a good idea to greet people with a smile. If we go with gifts, even if she is unhappy, she won't get angry in front of her, and the matter may be forgotten in the end. She may even arrange for us to pick mushrooms to supplement the family income."

After careful consideration, the village director realized that he had suffered heavy losses in the confrontation with Ran He and had not gained the slightest advantage. The most crucial thing was that not only had he failed to weaken Ran He's position, but it had deepened the gap between them.

There is no harm in giving gifts a try. After all, no one can guarantee success or not, but you should always give it a try.

Afterwards, the village director arranged for people to notify each household one by one, and anyone who was interested in participating could go there once they were ready.

After the villagers dispersed, the wife of the village chief fell into deep thought, "What else do we have at home that we can show off? What if Ran He doesn't appreciate it and doesn't allow us to pick mushrooms? Wouldn't it be a false alarm?"

The village director's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and the dissatisfaction contained in them almost materialized, shooting straight at the confused woman in front of him.

"Long hair but short knowledge!"

His words were powerful, with a bit of helplessness and sigh, "Since we have decided to send the gift, we must be prepared that the gift may fall on deaf ears. But many hands make light work. No matter how unkind Ran He is, facing the enthusiasm of many villagers, he will not reject all of them. At least he will let some of them go into the mountains to pick mushrooms, giving everyone a glimmer of hope."

The current situation really makes people feel powerless.

The stalemate with Ran He seemed like a hopeless tug-of-war. If it continued, it would only make the village's situation worse and would not bring any benefits.

"So what should we give?"

A young man asked timidly, his eyes full of anticipation for the unknown result.

"You must tell me," the village director said confidently, as if he had already made up his mind. "Do you remember the old hen that I raised for five years? Its feathers are smoother than silk and shiny. Bring along the ten eggs it laid, which are as bright as little suns. It's a gift full of sincerity. No one can easily refuse such a gift."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a stone that caused a thousand waves.

A trace of hesitation flashed across the face of the village head's wife. Although her voice was soft, it was full of worry: "That old hen is a treasure of our family. For five years, its eggs have nourished the whole family. Each egg is plump and nutritious. I originally planned to use this chicken to make a pot of thick soup for our daughter when she returns from the city. If we just give it away like this..."

Hearing this, the village director's brows knitted into a knot, and his expression revealed a determination that could not be questioned: "You should understand that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. At this point, the overall situation is more important. This little sacrifice is nothing. Don't hesitate, act quickly."

The village head's wife could not resist her husband's insistence. The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and a barely perceptible sadness quietly passed through her eyes.

She took a deep breath, nodded helplessly, turned and walked towards the kitchen. Every step seemed to carry a heavy burden, revealing an unspeakable heaviness.

On the other hand, on the path outside Wujia Village, Ma Er was struggling forward on the muddy dirt road, and it seemed that heavy rain would pour down from the sky at any time.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind accompanied by the burlap bag surrounded him silently like the night, and the world was swallowed up by darkness in an instant.

Then, a powerful force suddenly pulled him, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. Pain and fear came like a tide, instantly occupying his senses.

The wind from his fists was as fierce as the most violent storm on a summer night, hammering mercilessly at his defenseless body.

Each blow felt like a hammer hitting his bones, causing him to almost faint from the pain.

Ma Er's cry for help seemed so small and helpless amid the whistling sound of fists: "Brothers, I really know I was wrong, please let me live!"

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into the endless abyss, a cold and stern voice pierced through the fog like ice and struck his heart directly: "Remember, don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with. Next time, I won't show mercy. I'll take your life."

This warning lingered in his ears like a ghost. As his consciousness gradually blurred, Ma Er's thoughts began to drift.

Provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked? Ran He's beautiful face and extraordinary temperament appeared in his mind involuntarily. Could it be that all the troubles were caused by her?

At that moment, Ma Er's mood was complicated. He felt both an indescribable resentment and an indescribable sense of relief.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. This experience seemed to verify the old saying: You once treated me like nothing, but in the future I will become a star that you cannot reach.

Now, Ran He has indeed become a distant and untouchable landscape in his life.

When he stepped into the boundary of Wujia Village with unsteady steps and hazy consciousness, the surrounding scenery seemed to be covered with a layer of light mist.

On the village road, men, women, old and young carried baskets of various sizes filled with various items, like a colorful river flowing towards the north end of the village.

This unusual sight attracted him like a magnet. The uncontrollable curiosity in his heart grew like weeds, prompting him to quicken his pace and catch up with Aunt Niu, an old woman with a kind face and a bamboo basket on her shoulder.

"Aunt Niu, look at this scene, it seems that everyone in the village is rushing to one place. What happened? Is there another happy event in someone's family?"