Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Do We Deserve to Die Early Just Because You Deserve to Live a Long Life?

Chapter 68 -68: Do We Deserve to Die Early Just Because You Deserve to Live a Long Life?

The village chief also knew that Xiao Changyi was a man of few words, every time he tried to have a conversation, he might say ten sentences and Xiao Changyi might not even respond to one.

Thinking this, the village chief said no more, allowing An Jing to sit at the same table with him.

However, since he had never before shared a table with a younger woman, the village chief’s face was still stern.

Seeing that the village chief was just putting on airs and not speaking, An Jing didn’t want to waste time on these irrelevant people and took the initiative to ask, “Village chief, do you have any business with my family Changyi?”

The village chief had originally wanted to try and see if Xiao Changyi would take the initiative to speak to him, but after waiting for a long time and not hearing a word from Xiao Changyi, he felt he couldn’t gracefully exit the situation. Suddenly hearing An Jing ask, he was simultaneously annoyed and greatly relieved.

“It’s like this, I heard that you had a bed made in town, doesn’t our village have Zheng lao who can make it, why did you let the town’s carpenter do it?”

As expected, he had come to find fault.

An Jing sneered inwardly, but her face showed none of it, “Village chief, I think you’ve misunderstood, we did approach Carpenter Zheng, but he refused to make it for us, so we had to go to the town to find a carpenter.”

“He is a confused one,” the village chief said coarsely, clearly dissatisfied with Carpenter Zheng.

An Jing just smiled without replying.

Xiao Changyi seemed completely uninvolved in the whole affair, quietly sitting next to An Jing, but his presence was too strong to ignore altogether, as if he didn’t exist.

An Jing glanced at her husband out of the corner of her eye, and the smile that hadn’t reached her eyes instantly did so.

The village chief, seeing Xiao Changyi silent throughout, grew even angrier, wanting to roar at him, “Won’t you die if you speak?”, but he didn’t want to lose the dignity of being the chief of the village.

So, as a result, he grew even more irritated, and his expression worsened, but he still said, “I went to see Zheng lao before coming to you, and Zheng lao said he didn’t refuse to make the bed because he didn’t want to, but because you went too far, threatening to report to the authorities and offending Landlord Wang, which made our entire village lose its fields. It was out of anger that he said he wouldn’t make the bed for you.”

“Hehe,” An Jing laughed softly twice, “Village chief, since you’ve brought up this matter, I must ask you for some justice. Who in this village hasn’t said harsh words? Why should everyone ostracize us? Initially, I was always cursed by everyone, told that I was barren and better off dead in the river. Should I ostracize everyone for that? And my family Changyi, even if a fortune-teller said he was jinxed to his elders and siblings, it isn’t true, so why does everyone wish behind his back that he’d die sooner? Should we also ostracize them? Or are you saying, my family Changyi and I are not human, and only they are? Deserve to live long, while we should die early?”

The village chief did not expect An Jing to be so articulate and was stunned for a good while before he came to his senses, saying, “It’s different, you and the young man Changyi are individuals, but the words you said could endanger the whole village.”

An Jing immediately scoffed, “The whole village has treated my family Changyi and me like this, wishing us dead, what, do you expect me to be grateful to the people of this whole village? Sacrifice us two to benefit everyone in the village? Village chief, do you think that’s possible?”

“You!” The village chief’s old face immediately turned red.

“Village chief, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong,” An Jing continued, “We did approach Carpenter Zheng, but he refused to make it, do you really expect us to beg him to make our bed?”