For every word spoken, Lu Jingzhi nodded her little head.
Human nature is like a repeater.
This kind of brief repetition was still within the range of Lu Jingzhi's patience.
She looked up at him with her pretty eyes, like a dirty little kitten picked up from a bush, obediently following his questions with nods.
It was impossible to blame her anymore.
Village Head Yang sighed.
The little girl was clueless and didn't understand anything about greed.
She just wanted ginseng to exchange for money and to have a full meal because of her poverty.
Village Head Yang pushed her into the courtyard, called for Mrs. An to watch over Lu Jingzhi, and left with his son for the Jiang family's residence.
As soon as Old Mrs. Jiang shouted, half of the people in Lake West Village came out to watch the commotion.
In the end, Jiang Dafu, Jiang Dagui, Jiang Dahua, Village Head Yang, and several other people, went up the mountain together.
