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Upon hearing that food was available, all the villagers immediately lit up with excitement, their faces reflecting their eagerness. Wang Fugui instructed them to line up, one by one, to collect their rations.
Although Zhu Jincheng had brought two bags of food up the mountain, the amount was still limited. When divided among many villagers, each person received a pitifully small share. However, since it was free food, the villagers had no reason to complain about the quantity. After collecting their rations, each of them thanked Wang Fugui repeatedly.
In just a few hours, one bag of Sweet Potato Chips and one bag of Corn Kernels were completely distributed. The villagers returned to their tents, thinking they would finally be able to enjoy a hearty meal today. Yet, while the food Wang Fugui provided could alleviate their immediate hunger, it was not a long-term solution.
Days passed, and several families ran out of food entirely. These villagers began to devise schemes to beg for food from those who still had supplies left. One morning, Zhao Lizhu stepped out of his tent only to be blocked by four tall men.
"Xiao Zhao, your family still has food left. Can you spare us some?"
These four men were all from the Liu Family and were relatives of one another. Their own food had run out the day before, and now their entire family was hungry. One of them suggested going to ask the Zhao Family in the neighboring tent for help, so they waited there early in the morning until Zhao Lizhu appeared.
"No way! We don't have much food left either," Zhao Lizhu replied firmly.
He was not a generous person; there was no way he would hand over his food for free. The four men were unwilling to back down easily. One of the tallest among them stepped forward with a serious expression. "You and Lin Tao stole watermelons from our field before. Now you owe us some food as compensation."
"I owe you nothing! I already compensated you for the stolen watermelons back then. What kind of compensation are you asking for now?" Zhao Lizhu retorted defiantly.
"I don’t remember you compensating us," said the Sneaky Man as he turned to his Second Uncle for confirmation.
"I remember it clearly; he didn’t pay us anything," replied the Second Uncle.
It was evident that these men had colluded beforehand; they were determined not to leave without getting some food this time.
At that moment, Zhao Lizhu's father, Zhao DabaO, approached one of the oldest men, Lao Liu. "We've already compensated you for the watermelons. Didn't we agree that this matter was settled? Why are you still here bothering us?"
The older man ignored him completely and insisted that they hand over their food supplies.
"What if we refuse?" Zhao DabaO's expression darkened. Their family's food reserves were already low; they couldn't afford to give anything extra to these people.
"If you don't give it to us, don't blame us for being rude," one of the four men warned.
All four men pulled out switchblades from their pockets, making it clear that they were determined to get food from the Zhao family, no matter what.
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