Indeed, Liu Qiaoer called out obediently: " "
The woman's name is Yao Xiaofang. She has been farming at home. Her family has both food and land. Her parents-in-law and husband have all gone to the city to work.
The man is a bricklayer, and his father-in-law is also a bricklayer. My mother-in-law cooks for them on the construction site. His father-in-law and the man are not in the same construction team.
I only come back home during the Chinese New Year every year. The conditions at home are actually quite good. We have built a building and the house is modernly decorated. It has air conditioning, television, and radiator.
As long as women are well, there is no need to worry about their survival. Rural people know how to farm and are more suited to survival than anyone else.
After giving them the supplies, Liu Qiaoer asked the children to lock the door to prevent others from coming to the house to steal things, and then left.
The others were also settled in gradually, and the supplies were distributed.
There were so many people and so many things to do. The village chief thought they had been busy for these days and finally had a chance to take a break, but something happened to the disaster victims who came to stay with them.
Liu Qiaoer and Cui Bohao had just cleaned up the village office and had not yet left when the village chief called.
"Come to Team 3, Yard 21, quickly. There's a fight going on among the outsiders here."
Liu Qiaoer and Cui Bohao quickly closed the door and went to team three.
It was really cold outside, and the ground was slippery when walking on it. The two finally arrived at the yard where the fight took place, but the two people fighting had already been pulled apart.
"What's going on?" Liu Qiaoer asked.
A mother holding a child spoke eloquently and cried, saying that their family had run out of supplies. Other things were fine, but the meat was gone.
The child's father was so angry that he questioned everyone in the room. No one said anything and no one admitted it. One of them had a bad temper and said that they must have lost the child. Besides, they were eating from the same pot and everyone was giving in to the child, so what else did they want
The two started fighting after a disagreement.
People with children should be given more care. Children are given eggs, but adults have no eggs, only meat. Children also get meat. A family of three gets six taels of meat, or half a pound.
I couldn't bear to eat it, so I put it away. I thought that since we had suffered a disaster and were eating together, we should help each other, but in the end, we just separated and the meat was thrown away.
Liu Qiao'er was also speechless: "Whoever took it should hand it over. Hand it over now and apologize to their family. We won't do anything to you. If we find out later, you outsiders will be kicked out directly. Go back to where you came from. We don't allow people with corrupt morals to stay in our village."
The village chief also said: "Yes, hand it over now."
Liu Qiaoer looked around and found that no one moved. There were a total of six people in the yard. In addition to the family of three, there was another person who was a fifty-year-old lady, the mother and son with a bad temper, and the other one was a young man.
Cui Bohao suddenly said, "Okay, since you guys won't say anything, then I'll stop your supplies for a day. Don't you like to eat meat? Except for the supplies for the mother and daughter, the supplies for the fight and you guys, you don't need to collect them tomorrow."
This move of cutting off the source of the problem made the young man jump up.
"It was her. She stole their meat. I saw it with my own eyes. She didn't have time to eat it. She hid it under her bed."
Liu Qiaoer walked forward and lifted the old lady's quilt. There was an indescribable smell, but there was indeed meat packed in a plastic box.
As soon as the mother saw the box, she said, "This box is ours. It says Datong Supermarket on it. I got it as a gift when I bought something in the supermarket before."
The old lady burst into tears and said, "Old man, please take me away. I don't want to live anymore. Living is really a torment."
The irritable man's face turned red at this time. He stared at the old woman angrily and said in disbelief: "Mom, we have meat, why did you steal it? Besides, we all eat from the same pot. Even if you took it, how are you going to eat it later?"
The old lady cried and said, "Son, today is the seventh day since your father passed away. I had a dream yesterday. He said he was hungry and wanted to eat some meat. I didn't plan to eat it all by myself. I just wanted to burn some paper for your father and let him smell the meat before returning it to them."
The family with the child was also speechless, and Bao's father shook his head helplessly: "The dead cannot be resurrected, you are just believing in feudal superstition."
Whether superstitious or not, the old lady believes in it.
Besides, her husband died. Others might not care, but she was really sad.
Bao's mother said helplessly: "Then I'll give you half. We can not eat it, but the child can't not eat it."
After finding the meat, they started cooking. They made dumpling soup from wheat flour. After the water boiled, they made meatballs out of the meat, one for each person. When the meatballs came to the mother, she beat an egg and served them to the child.
There is nothing in the dumpling soup except a little salt. It doesn’t look delicious, but both adults and children enjoy eating it.
Seeing that their problem was solved, the village chief took Liu Qiaoer and the others and left.
After returning home, Liu Qiaoer asked Cui Bohao to steam some rice and fry two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, while she went to take a bath.
But when he came out of the bathroom, Cui Bohao was gone.
It was a long time before Liu Qiaoer saw him coming back from outside.
"What have you been doing?"
Cui Bohao said with a smile: "The child should have a balanced diet. I gave her some green vegetables. Look, we have them at home."
Liu Qiaoer said nothing, brought out the food and ate together.
Cui Bohao saw that Liu Qiaoer's face was not right, and felt a little guilty: "Are you angry? I'm sorry, I just felt sorry for the child."
Liu Qiaoer: "There are so many poor people. Not only can you not save them all, but you will also cause trouble."
Cui Bohao was slightly startled: "Ah?"
Liu Qiaoer sighed: "Eat, and then go to bed early. If someone really dares to steal things from my house, then he thinks his life is too long."
Cui Bohao looked Liu Qiaoer up and down, feeling somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Liu Qiaoer said that.
That's okay.
Unexpectedly, the next day, the door of Liu Qiaoer's house was almost smashed down by someone.
"Is there anyone here? Come out."
Liu Qiaoer took a look at the balcony on the second floor, quickly put on her clothes, put a small silencer pistol in her pocket and came out.
When he got downstairs, he was stopped by Cui Bohao.
"Don't go out. They look like they're here to cause trouble. I'll call the village chief first..."
Unexpectedly, before Cui Bohao could finish his words, Liu Qiaoer opened the door to the yard.
He stood in front of everyone, with a sullen face and frosty eyes.
"Who's knocking on the door?" As soon as Liu Qiaoer said this, the seven or eight people who came in looked at each other and took a step back.
The person knocking on the door was the violent man who had fought yesterday. Liu Qiaoer looked at him coldly and punched him in the face with a left hook.
"You should be polite when talking to people. Knocking on the door so early in the morning is another announcement of death."
The hot-tempered man became even more irritable. He wanted to hit Liu Qiaoer, but Liu Qiaoer kicked him in the stomach. He almost couldn't stand up, holding his stomach.
Liu Qiaoer was satisfied then. She crossed her hands over her chest and looked at the group of people coldly.
"What are you doing here?"
The leader was beaten, and the others were a little timid, but they were all men, and Liu Qiaoer was a woman, so they still spoke out boldly.
"We want to complain that the leaders of your village are unfair, keeping all the good supplies for themselves and leaving none for us."
Cui Bohao also stood up, feeling aggrieved: "What good supplies are there? We took photos of everything that came and divided it up equally. Who kept it for themselves?"