The others also had serious expressions on their faces.
It was clear they agreed with this person's thoughts.
Village life was hard, and they had finally seen a glimmer of hope;, if anyone ruined it, they would be furious enough to kill.
The Widow Jin's expression turned stern, her face marked with wrinkles.
Her droopy eyes, cloudy with cataracts, sparkled with a gleam of sharpness.
When she looked up again, her face was filled with bitterness.
"Don't worry, everyone,, I'll keep a close watch on Xia Ru and prevent her from causing trouble.
If she ruins the brigade's good fortune, my family will pay with our lives," she said, conveying understanding and seriousness all at once.
After all, these days Xia Ru had ruined her own reputation;, no matter what she said or did in the future, no one would take her side.
This worked to her advantage!
Sensing Widow Jin's cooperative attitude, the villagers looked abashed.
