I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 705 She will not give out kindness easily

　　Seeing the second child being frightened by Wenyou and turning pale, Bai Yunxi suppressed a laugh. Could this kid have some shadow in his heart?

"Wenyou is not trying to scare you. Our family has no power. If we do good deeds, we are most likely to be criticized. It is wise to protect ourselves wisely."

Bai Anyan pursed his lips and saw that the two of them didn't look like they were joking at all. He felt like a big stone was weighing on his heart, and he couldn't figure it out.

 If you do bad things, you will be stoned and thrown away. Why do you have so much trouble if you do good things?

But now their family's life is better. Not only do they not have to worry about food and clothing, they are also very wealthy. They are the number one in the village. Although they are not as rich as the landowner next door, compared with the previous days, they are as good as heaven and earth.

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She is just a foreign soul. She has no desire to be rich or ostentatious, but she also doesn’t want to be in trouble.

They have been maintaining it for so many years. Even if it’s their turn, it’s someone else’s turn. If they don’t fall behind in their efforts and money, so what if they simply give up their job?

As soon as these words came out, those people's faces were flushed with rebuke, but they still held their heads high and refused to give in. They also said that as a lady who held the ceremony, she was so careless. It was the same in previous years. Why can't it be done this year?

 When I was a child, my father once said that having the ability to benefit neighbors and take care of the people around you is the ambition of a capable person. This is what my father taught me and this is how I do it. My mother never interfered, until something happened to my father and my mother's temperament changed drastically. Everything I had done was overturned.

 In the past, he only had to immerse himself in work. His father took care of things outside and his mother took care of everything at home. He didn't have to worry about anything except work. Later, after his father left, his mother's personality changed drastically and she began to teach them how to behave.

Baiyunxi took the towel, wiped his face, and went back to the house to sit on the Arhat bed to rest. Du Shi brought a basin of cool well water and put it under the table to cool down the room.

Dad has a broad mind and never cares too much about the villagers. He always smiles and lets things go.

"Mom, it's too hot. Don't go out anymore, otherwise you might suffer from heat stroke." Du Shi brought a basin of water, soaked the handkerchief, and handed it to her to wipe her face.

Bai Yunxi looked at his depressed eyes and comforted him softly.

Ordinarily, the wooden bridge is the property of the village and the only way out for the village, so everyone should work together to maintain it.

Cold water will become warm after a while, so you have to change it frequently to be effective.

 Because it was the first time he saw his father get angry and yell loudly.

 “Mom, I seem to understand a little bit.”

 They bought tung oil for several years out of kindness, not out of obligation.

Among the brothers, he is the most stupid one, but he always feels that as long as he has a kind heart, he can be warmed by even a stone.

Now I teach him how to protect himself wisely. Comparing the situation before and after, although he is stupid, he agrees with his mother's words in his heart.

Now the fifth brother is still a scholar. Even if he fails to pass the exam, he is still a scholar respected by the village.

 Later, the grandfather brought several villagers to the door to apologize and admit their mistakes, and then taught them a lesson in front of his father. It was promised on the spot that in order to punish the villagers for being ignorant, the villagers exchanged money to buy the tung oil that year.

 In the past, he had voluntarily dug a well, but now he was forced to do so. No wonder he felt uncomfortable after listening to the tenant farmer's suggestion. It turned out to be that way.

  Compared with living in a shack before, life is like a fairy now.

 Two hundred five. Two hundred and thirty four. One hundred and forty six. Seventy-one

Bai Yunxi looked at the second child and heard his thoughts. She only had a vague impression of the tung oil incident experienced by the original owner, but the details were not clear. Listening to the second child's thoughts, he restored it to her.

 As a lady who lifts people, you should be broad-minded. He also said that if you don’t live in a household, you don’t know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. How can poor people like them have any extra money to buy tung oil?

Over time, the task of protecting the wooden bridge and painting it with tung oil fell to their family. Sometimes when their father forgot, the villagers would remind them that it was time to paint the wooden bridge with tung oil. Don’t forget, it is their family’s responsibility to damage the wooden bridge.

But once my mother heard this, she immediately became angry. She angrily yelled at those people and told them directly that the wooden bridge was the only way for everyone in the village to leave the village, and it was not their family's private property.

Her biggest wish is to be a landowner, but she doesn’t know a savior. The sufferings of the people are not her turn. Why haven’t those in power removed her as a thorn in their flesh?

The carriage entered the yard, Baiyunxi got off with its front legs, and Du’s hind legs lifted up the mung bean soup that had been lifted into the well water.

 But everyone knows that tung oil is expensive, and the villagers have no money to buy it unless everyone exchanges money. But Dad said that their family's life was pretty good, and they could afford just a little tung oil. Therefore, every time my father went out to buy tung oil, he would buy it.

Those two households that really couldn't afford the money were responsible for painting with tung oil.

 If you are frightened too much, you should give it some sweet dates to slow it down. If something happens again later, we will have to continue bombing.

“Don’t go out much at noon from now on. It’s really hot, so you should all be more careful.”

The strangest thing is that other people also echoed it, saying that they were kindly reminding them, but they were afraid that Mr. Juren would be busy and forget about it, so why were they still angry?

There will indeed be a lot of trouble when doing good deeds. Just like the wooden bridge at the entrance of the village, it must be painted with tung oil every three years to prevent insects and corrosion.

Bai Anyan clenched his fists. Back then, his father was a scholar from all over the country. He had a good personality and was tolerant. He was the first household in the village. He must have been so outstanding that some people relied on him and formed a habit.

“Wenyou, hurry up and drink. Mung bean soup can relieve heat and detoxify. It’s the best soup in summer.” Baiyunxi drank a bowl. It was sweet, and you could tell it was filled with icing sugar.

Later, my father sat alone under the pomegranate tree for a while, muttering something about rice being good and rice being hated.

 A few years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has always thought that he has made a lot of progress. In addition to working, he can also handle many things. But he is also self-aware that there is still a gap between his growth and his mother's expectations.

“Mom, are you too hot after going out? Hurry up and drink some mung bean soup to relieve the heat.”

That farce made my mother’s chest hurt and she almost fainted. Dad was frightened, he was frightened, and he found that the villagers were also frightened.

Thinking of this, Bai Anyan was shocked. The matter of Xiaowangzhuang asking him to dig two more wells today seems to be the same as the matter of forcing his father to buy tung oil.

 After that, he told the villagers that since they could be aggressive, they should exchange their own money to buy tung oil to paint the wooden bridge this time. Otherwise, they would have to wait for it to rot and exchange money to build it again, which would only cost more. When he helped his mother go home, he also asked him to ask the village doctor to come and see her.

“Don’t bother, our house is thick, and it won’t be too hot if you calm down.”

 Baiyunxi does not allow Du to be busy. Placing a water basin in the house can cool down, but over time it is easy to get moisture, and the gain outweighs the loss.

 (End of this chapter)