Several people's faces turned red as they listened. I don't know whether it was because they were distrusted or because they felt unconfident, but their faces were not good-looking.
"Li Zheng, from what you said, we are not that kind of people."
"Don't worry Li Zheng, as long as it lasts until next summer's harvest, we will definitely pay it back."
Bai Yunsong looked at them patting their chests in assurance and snorted,
"I don't care if you don't pay it back, but I won't help you borrow food anyway. The next days will all depend on your personal character. If you can borrow food, you can eat it. You can't just find a way to buy it yourself. You can also
Go into the mountains and look for it.”
"Anyway, it has nothing to do with my integrity. I have done my best to be benevolent and righteous."
After saying this, Bai Yunsong turned around and returned to the yard. He closed the door with a bang, accompanied by the sound of the door bolt.
The few people who were turned away looked at each other, and there was unconcealable anger in everyone's eyes.
"If Li Zheng doesn't care, what should we do?"
"What else can we do? Just figure it out yourself."
There was a lot of commotion at the argument at the door, and naturally everyone in the family heard it clearly. If the old patriarch hadn't stopped them, the old lady and Mrs. Zheng would have rushed out long ago.
After finally hearing two heart-warming words, Bai Yunsong entered the room and his expression softened a lot.
No matter how unwilling and uncomfortable these people were, they had no choice but to turn around and leave angrily.
"The smoke warms the house, the fart warms the bed, you are the only one who has a lot to do."
Looking at his angry son, the old man sighed silently, maybe Yunsong was really not suitable for Li Zheng's position.
The old man held the pipe and pot and looked out the door with squinted eyes. He had been the leader of the Zhenghe clan his whole life, and he didn't have people crowding around the door to get out.
Old Mrs. Bai raised her hand to fan the smoke that floated in front of her eyes. She watched the old man keep smoking his pipe and pot, making the whole room filled with smoke as if he was sleepwalking.
"I'm fine. The main reason is that I get upset when I see them. It's really boring to be honest here. If I had known, I wouldn't have behaved like this. I'm not doing my best. I still have endless worries and endless anger every day.
"
When Mrs. Zheng heard the noise, she immediately ran over from the house. She happened to hear her mother-in-law's tone and echoed,
"Master, my mother is right, they are the ones who are trying to get in trouble, you are already good enough to them."
The old man snorted and looked at Bai Yunsong entering the house angrily. The old lady stopped arguing with the old man and spat at the door,
"Son, come in and stay warm. They are a bunch of shameless and thick-skinned people. Don't pay attention to them. They deserve to starve to death. They dare to block the door of our house. If you ask me, you should be beaten out with sticks."
"Ahem... I tell you, old man, just take one or two less puffs, you'll be so smoked that you won't be able to breathe anymore."
Listening to his son's complaints, the old patriarch blew out a puff of smoke and knocked the ashes on the leg of the chair.
"You are just too smooth and have never encountered any setbacks, so you are in chaos. No matter how small a village is, the more people there are, the more thoughts there are. If you want them to stay in order, you have to use your brains."
"The people in the village won't tell you any legal principles. They only care about their own belly and the food in the vat. You act upright, just like the person holding the reins. You loosen it when it should be loose and tighten it when it should be.
Don’t be soft-hearted.”
"But in order to gain a good reputation, you have no principles in doing things. If people find out your thoughts, you will be led by the nose and manipulated by others. Which of the constraints you are experiencing now are not your own?"