Luo Qiao shouted angrily, "What are you two trying to do? Which brigade are you from? I'd really like to ask how cold-hearted you have to be to block the road and not let the cart through. If it weren't for this comrade saving you,
you might already be crippled or dead by now. How can you be so heartless? What are you standing around for? Hurry up and bring the ox cart over." At that moment, the surrounding people also cast unfriendly glances at the mother and daughter.
Then an irritable middle-aged uncle took three steps in two and strode forward, snatching the reins and pulling the ox cart over. Luo Qiao said, "Come on, Uncle, Big Brother, lend a hand to move this rescue hero onto the ox cart, thank you, everyone."
The two women squeezed through and said, "No way, this ox cart belongs to the village. If this man dies on the cart from his serious injuries, how can we explain it to the village?"
