A young man standing in the crowd said, "Auntie Xiulan, that's what you call 'killing the chicken to scare the monkey.'
Li Xiulan laughed and said, "Right, right, right, that's the word. Da Liang is really something, his education wasn't wasted."
Zhao Pulin knew that the ten pounds of corn flour were definitely going to be given away, so he could only say, "All right, I'll have someone from my family deliver the ten pounds of corn flour in a bit."
Luo Qiao was no fool. She feared that after eating this ten pounds of corn flour, all her previous efforts would be in vain, and by tomorrow, she would be subjected to people's finger-pointing and gossip.
Thus, she thought of the elderly Lin couple living in the east of the village and spoke up, "Brigade Leader, I have something to say."
The Brigade Leader thought Luo Qiao was dissatisfied with the solution and felt somewhat displeased, but still patiently said, "Go ahead."
