My husband died half a month ago, and twelve people in the ledger owed 6,300 yuan. Xiuying only had 18 yuan left in her pocket, and she still owed 45 yuan for her daughter's tuition. There were eight cows in the cowshed, and she decided to kill one. When the news got out, fifteen or six men came to the yard early the next morning, rushing to help. Some are sincere, some are forced, and some are sent by Sun Demao to cause trouble. Xiuying moved a chair and sat at the door of the house, asking one by one: Did you come here sincerely, or were you forced to come here? When the killing knife fell, she didn't cry. She knew this was just the beginning.
