"My Gousheng! Give me back my Gousheng!" The moment Mrs. Luo saw her child being snatched away, she immediately ignored her pain and, realizing she couldn't beat these people, quickly climbed up and screamed, "Help! Someone help! Someone is kidnapping a child!"
"Help! Some goddamned person is trying to kidnap my dear grandson!"
"Is there no justice left in this world? This is a sin!"
Mrs. Luo may have been small in stature, but her lung capacity was off the charts. Once she bellowed, her voice echoed in all directions throughout the entire mountain.
Within minutes, whether busy or not, old or young, man or woman, everyone hurriedly grabbed hoes, sticks, knives, and other sharp tools and rushed to Mrs. Luo's house.
This place, being exceptionally poor, had always relied on such solidarity to propagate the next generation. So, whenever someone's natural parents or the authorities came looking for a child, the entire village would unite as one against the outsiders.
