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Chapter 163 Reputation is more important than life (and one more)
"Damn it, what a bastard with no eyes."

Su Qing bared her teeth in pain, and managed to get up from the mud, only to see her things scattered everywhere, her eyes turned cold, and she said in a stern voice.

"You guys stop for me, oh my bullock cart."

Su Niusheng also fell completely, and even bent his back, trembling slightly, looking at the mess, he almost cried, pointing to the two figures on the horse not far away and shouting loudly.After the words fell, he seemed to think of something and looked at Su Qing, worried:
"Su Qing girl, are you alright?"

Fortunately, it was a muddy ground, and all the wounds were skin trauma, but it really hurt.Su had discovered the two horses early in the morning.Her eyes were full of doubts, she didn't come back to herself until Su Niusheng's voice sounded, "I'm fine, how about you, where did you fall?"

In comparison, Su Niusheng is much older than him, and just because he's fine doesn't mean he's fine.

"Me too. Oh my god."

Su Niusheng didn't want Su Qing to blame himself and be sad, he was about to try his best to say that he was fine, when suddenly two black shadows flew over his head, he was so frightened that he hugged the tree beside him tightly, and cried out in shock.

The next moment, there was the sound of weapons fighting. There were two people on both sides. One was dressed in black and had just flown out. Very raw.

Since it is this kind of grievance, she will not lie in this muddy water, so as not to hurt Su Niusheng's family.

He limped towards Su Niusheng. At this moment, he tightly closed his eyes and hugged a tree tightly, chanting words such as Bodhisattva's blessing and Amitabha all the time.Su Qing has a deep understanding that although he is old, he is still the main force in the family, and in such a poor family, as long as one person gets sick or injured, the whole family will suffer.There was some bitterness in her eyes, she patted Su Niusheng's arm lightly, and said softly:
"Uncle Su, don't be afraid."

Su Niusheng was so frightened that he almost retracted his hand. After a while, he finally mustered up the courage to open his eyes. Seeing that it was Su Qing, he said with a trembling voice:
"Girl Su Qing, I made you laugh." As he spoke, he turned his head away and wiped the corners of his eyes, and continued: "It's not that I, Su Niu, are afraid of death, but that this family can't afford to die at all. There are so many mouths in the family. Waiting to eat."

People, regardless of poverty, regardless of high or low, but social phenomena force people to face the reality, and only with high and low can there be comparison and motivation.Therefore, no matter which side has a reason for many things, he thinks it is right, because everyone has a different perspective.But in such a feudal era, power is always dirty and hateful that you can't imagine. They may make a person fall into the abyss of eternal doom with their words. Even if you are wronged, there is nowhere to appeal, because there is no Internet, no major There is no platform that allows you to tell everything, and there are no netizens who rationally defend you. Therefore, ordinary people living at the bottom are more cautious.

Although it has only been a few months since he came here, Su Qing has experienced all of this. Just like Hejia Village, it looks calm, but in reality there are fluctuations. If it continues, it will even use all means to deprive others of their happiness and destroy their reputation.

In this era, reputation is more important than life.

"Well, you go to the bushes to hide for a while, and go back after they leave us."

Reality is always crueler than imagination, this is not acting, nor reading a novel, Su Qing suddenly said to Su Niusheng after thinking about it.

　A relative asked the question about going up the mountain to pick wild fruits every day. This Chenchen answered truthfully, yes, but it must be in the kind of big mountains with a small population, and the fruits are not as sweet and watery as the ones grown at home. This is Chenchen My relatives personally experienced it, but it was probably in the 70s, carrying dry food, walking for more than half a month to collect herbs, and relying on wild fruits and other things in the mountains to satisfy my hunger for several months in summer.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)