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That night, many villagers heard the miserable screams of Wang San and his wife.

Fearing that something might happen, the village chief Wang hurriedly took someone up. When he saw that Wang San and his wife were fine, they were just not very good. The villagers breathed a sigh of relief, and regardless of Wang San's gratitude, he cursed and went home to continue to sleep with his head covering.

However, before the villagers could sleep well, the screams of Wang San and his wife were heard again, and they immediately got up from the bed. After a few times of this, the villagers were so angry that they were too lazy to pay attention. The most important thing was that they knew the reason for the incident from Wang San and his wife, and they were all worried that they would get involved in something unclean, and they were afraid that they would cause trouble. They were too late to hide from the distance. How could they go to such muddy waters and think that they were impatient in their lives?

The rural areas were very superstitious at that time. The villagers believed that Wang San and his wife had provoked something they shouldn't have provoked, so how could they dare to get up?

The next morning, the evil incidents that occurred in the Wang San family quickly spread in the village. For a time, all sentient beings said everything. Those who had a grudge against Wang San said that Wang San had done too many bad things on weekdays, and God could not see them. Those who had a good relationship with Wang San naturally tried their best to help Wang San say good things, but they didn't dare to go to Wang San for rent; and those who didn't care about it, just listened to this story. No matter what, Wang San was completely isolated by the village. At this time, no one dared to approach him, for fear that he would also go home with something bad.

What are the Wang San and his wife doing at this time? Sleeping, yes, that is to sleep!

Their family had a night of trouble last night and was so scared that they didn't dare to close their eyes. By dawn, they couldn't stand it and couldn't afford to fall down. How could they care about the villagers?

Wang Jin was caught by Erdan as soon as he got up. Erdan opened his eyes wide with excitement. Wang Jin was so furious that he saw him. He asked with a thorn in his mouth: "If you have anything, just say, don't do this with me!"

Erdan smiled and asked whispered: "Did you make any moves about the Wang San family?"

Wang Jin asked knowingly: "What happened to their family? It has nothing to do with me, really!"

"Hehe!" Erdan didn't ask much, and decided that this was done by Brother Jin. He felt very happy. He had long disliked Wang San's old bastard, but he had always had concerns and didn't do it. Now... For several days, Wang San and his wife spent their time in fear. Every night, the terrible knocks would sound, which made them almost collapsed. Three days later, they could not stand this torture and the gloating face of the villagers. They had to clean up and defected to their sister.

A villager saw Wang San and his wife fleeing in a panic that morning, and hurriedly told the villagers the good news. The villagers were so happy that the disaster in the village finally left.

The village was busy for a while and then calmed down. No matter what they thought, the villagers had to work on their own livelihoods. They only treated Wang San's affairs as jokes after dinner, and then they could get over. However, Wang San's "mansion" was once covered with an evil halo, and no one dared to disturb him again.

Wang San's departure made many people sigh, including the old village chief Wang. Anyone who is surrounded by a bad intention and has an extraordinary background will always feel a headache. If she really wants to tear her face, Village Chief Wang is not sure that she can resist it. It's okay if she leaves!

Of course, he had thought that this matter was strange. This idea was extinguished as soon as it arose, and his intuition was cold and cold on his back. As the saying goes, the older he is, the more timid he is. It is not that he has the courage to participate in the affairs of ghosts and gods.

Wang Jin and Erdan tacitly agreed with this result... Wangjia Village was affected by this flood, and everyone's life became even more difficult, but no matter how difficult it was, it was difficult for the Chinese people to endure. At this moment, every household on the sandbank was busy rebuilding their homes.

The rice seeds were replanted in a few fields, and the children helped their families do farm work in the fields. The men drove sampans to fish on the river to make money for their families. With the care of these kind people, Wang Jin's body has gradually become stronger over time and can help the villagers do some lighter physical work.

Through careful observation during this period, the village chief Wang Fanren felt that Wang Jin, who was saved by his son, was not an ordinary person. Look at his appearance and his hands, more importantly, this person can still read and write. In the late Qing Dynasty, rural scholars were as scarce and as precious as modern giant pandas.

That's right, there's something useful to him... "Mr. Wang, please help me see what's written on it?" Village chief Wang Fanren carefully took out a few letters from the wooden box and asked respectfully, and the treatment of literate people was indeed different.

Because of the tide, the handwriting on several letters was so difficult to identify. Wang Jin frowned and picked up a pretty intact letter, but he felt helpless when he looked at the not-too-neat brush calligraphy on it.

After the founding of New China, the Republic used simplified Chinese characters, and traditional Chinese characters were mostly used in Hong Kong, Taiwan and other places. Through a simple comparison, Wang Jinda could recognize these traditional characters. However, he did not recognize some rare characters, but fortunately, he could guess the meaning of them before and after the combination, and he was not afraid of being misleading.

"Uncle Wang, this is your son's letter of peace to you. He said he is very good now and you don't have to worry. He will send it home when he put down his monthly salary." Wang Jin concluded that Wang Fanren's eldest son was 80% a soldier. He knew at this time that the village chief was less than fifty years old and looked old, so he naturally would not call him the old man again.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Wang, please help me see the others." The elder Wang Village was very pleased and his face was filled with joy.

Wang Jin found a few more letters to keep and read them in front of everyone. These letters were similar, mostly letters to ask about the recent situation at home or to report safety. For a time, anyone with letters in the village would send them to Wang Jin. Reading letters was just a small task for him. If he was writing a letter, it would be really troublesome. After all, he had never written anything in traditional Chinese. Although sometimes the words he didn't recognize should be vague, looking at the happy smiles of the villagers, he felt that everything was right, and some embarrassment was not worth mentioning.
Chapter completed!