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There was a hint of confusion and expectation in Ma Er's tone. His eyes wandered over the bamboo basket in Aunt Niu's hand, trying to guess some clues from the vague outlines.

When Aunt Niu heard this, a smile mixed with excitement and nervousness broke out on her face, and she couldn't help but stop in her tracks, as if she had found an audience with whom she could share this secret.

"Oh, Ma Er, you really missed the fun. We are going to show our support to Ran He's family. Ever since Ran He started growing those strange mushrooms, who in our village doesn't want to get a piece of the pie? So we decided to show our support and see if we can get a share of the profits from her mushroom business. After all, everyone is struggling."

Ma Er's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had heard something incredible.

He remembered that before leaving the village, Ran He was still the unknown little girl who was often talked about by the neighbors. Since when did she become the object of everyone's fawning? What made him even more incredible was that he caught sight of two familiar figures in the crowd not far away - Wu's mother and Xie Di. The women who used to be incompatible with Ran He were now holding carefully wrapped gifts, with a few traces of flattery in their expressions, obviously wanting to take advantage of Ran He's ride.

This scene is undoubtedly the most direct explanation of Ran He's sudden change in status.

Ma Er quickly fished out a crumpled banknote from his worn pocket. It was the only fifty coins he had left. With some urgency, he said, "Aunt Niu, look, this is my only savings. It would be great if I could also participate and show my appreciation."

Aunt Niu looked hesitant. Although the fifty cents was a temptation for her, she preferred the latter to the risk of being embarrassed because of the small gift.

Her eyes flickered, as if she was weighing the pros and cons. "Pingzi, I appreciate your kindness, but the things in my basket are really..."

The implication was that Ma Er's money could not add much value to her gift.

Ma Er did not give up. He knew very well that in a small village like this, maintaining interpersonal relationships was particularly important.

After some twists and turns, he finally persuaded a family that brought relatively generous gifts, and exchanged the fifty cents for a small gift. Although it was insignificant, it was enough to prevent him from being completely defeated in this silent competition.

As the sun was setting, when the team marched to the simple wooden door of Ran He's house, the village chief's wife stood out. Her fingers lightly touched the door knocker, making a crisp metallic sound.

With each knock, the air seemed to be activated, and the rich aroma of meat wafting in the air made everyone's nostrils tremble slightly, and their eyes sparkled with yearning for a better life.

For them, being able to taste a sip of broth occasionally on ordinary days is the greatest comfort in their hard life.

Even though she is the wife of the village chief and has a certain status in the family, she still needs to live frugally. She has not eaten meat for a long time and at this moment she can hardly hide her inner desire.

Inside the house, Ran He was busy with the final steps of preparing dinner.

She placed bowls of crystal clear white rice on the wooden table and was about to turn around to fry the last side dish when a sudden knock on the door interrupted her.

Today, she has specially braised many delicacies, and as soon as a pot of delicious soup is ready, they can enjoy this rare richness.

The flickering light and shadow coming through the crack in the door herald the arrival of guests.

When Ran He gently opened the door, the scene before her made her frown slightly.

There was more people than she had expected, and their eyes held emotions she couldn't immediately decipher.

She was puzzled. Why did these neighbors, who had ignored her in the past, come to her door today?

The gentle and slightly apologetic voice of the village head's wife sounded at the right time, breaking the delicate deadlock: "Ran He, we didn't care enough about you before. Now I heard that your family is busy repairing the house. You must be busy and tired. We all feel bad, so we spontaneously prepared some things. I hope it can help. Don't think it's too little."

These words revealed a belated concern and apology, and also indicated that Ran He's status in the hearts of the villagers had quietly changed.

Faced with this sudden show of goodwill, Ran He's heart was filled with ripples of confusion.

These villagers, who not long ago had wantonly trampled on the mushroom garden that she had cultivated with great effort, now seemed to have changed their faces, standing in the cold wind with their heads lowered, trying to melt away their past grudges with a humble attitude.

What kind of unknown power is hidden behind this dramatic change that makes this group of people so unpredictable and changeable in an instant?

It turned out that the turning point of everything came from that stormy night when she desperately saved an endangered little girl in the town. Her kindness and courage, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminated people's whispers and gossip.

Subsequently, the news that she had been awarded 500 taels of silver for her heroic act spread quickly throughout this isolated village like wildfire.

People realized that even if they used every possible means to provoke her, they could not shake this woman at all. The halo of money seemed to have built an invisible wall for her, forcing them to adjust their strategies and approach her in a different way.

"I can easily buy these common items myself, so there is no need to trouble you to deliver them to me."

Ran He's voice was as calm as an ancient well, and each word he said floated gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping air around him.

Under her lowered eyelids, an imperceptible indifference quietly spread. She was not in a hurry to accept this "goodwill" that came too quickly and too abruptly, and she was even more unwilling to be easily coerced.

A subtle stiffness flashed across the face of the village chief's wife, but in an instant she skillfully adjusted herself back to her friendly look. Although she tried hard to keep the smile on the corner of her mouth natural, it was difficult to hide a bit of her helplessness.

"Oh, Miss Ran He, what you said is out of context. We live in the same village, and it's just a small favor for neighbors to help each other. If we all chip in, there's no need to spend money. It's not cost-effective."

Her words were mixed with a strong rural flavor, and she tried to use the warmth of the collective to ease Ran He's coldness that kept people at a distance.

Ran He raised his lips to a faint, slightly sarcastic smile. There was a sharp edge hidden in that smile, which was a keen insight into the real intention behind the apparent warmth.

She knew clearly in her mind that these people's sudden kindness was not without reason, and they must have other intentions.

As expected, when the village chief's wife saw that Ran He did not show any obvious disgust, she struck while the iron was hot and went straight to the point.

"You've been busy picking mushrooms lately, so I guess you need a lot of them. If you really need a lot, why don't you let us help you pick them? Don't worry, we're very quick and we guarantee that you'll be satisfied."