Under the big locust tree at the village entrance, Xi Zi was vividly describing the childhood anecdotes of his little uncle and aunt. Of course, he also heard these rumors, but it didn’t stop his younger brother, Xiao Wu, from enjoying them.
Xi Zi guessed that the words of those old ladies in the wheat field this morning piqued Ping’an’s interest. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have secretly tugged at him and asked him to take a stroll around Zhou Family Village.
"Every year during the Qixi Festival, there’s a magpie bridge for the Cowherd and Weaver Girl to reunite, and this stone bridge was also where your parents often met between the two villages back then."
Thinking he wouldn’t understand, Ping’an rolled his eyes at him.
Xi Zi teased, "Don’t you believe it! Your dad used to pull your mom to the middle of that bridge quite often when he was five."
"You saw it?"
Xi Zi laughed, "That’s what grandma and the others said. There were witnesses, no mistake. The spot you’re sitting on now, they say, adults used to watch them holding hands and playing here."
Ping’an wasn’t interested in listening to this, clenched his fists, and casually said, "Is everyone in Zhou Family Village surnamed Zhou?"
"Just like in our village, there are a few families with different surnames."
"Do they get bullied?"
Xi Zi chuckled, "Every place bullies outsiders."
"Then why did they move here? Why not go back to their hometown? My Grandpa Jiang says old people like to return to their roots."
Xi Zi shook his head, "The ones who come out can’t make a living in their own place, otherwise who would bring their family here? Look at the Old Zhou Family, they all ran to the neighboring county because they couldn’t stand being mocked."
Ping’an stood up and walked toward the washing board by the river, his eyes glinting with amusement, "No wonder. So they must be doing well now. With my family’s gold, they certainly don’t lack money."
"How is that possible? Everyone in the provincial city knows their family is notorious. I heard they aren’t doing well elsewhere either, otherwise their family member Zhou Linan wouldn’t repeatedly try to move back."
Ping’an turned his head to look at him, "Oh?"
"I have a classmate whose little uncle also works over there. I heard that many people were keeping an eye on their gold."
Ping’an quickly walked a few steps, squatted down by the river, washed his hands, and exclaimed, "That clan leader’s grandpa just now is really pitiful. If they come back to the village, wouldn’t outsiders say he took gold to help them?"
Xi Zi glanced at the two women washing clothes a little distance away, nodded, and said, "Indeed."
"Oh dear..." Ping’an exclaimed and quickly shouted, "Big brother, those brothers earlier were all pretty nice. We have to be loyal. Shouldn’t we warn them about this? If those people move back, and a bunch of hooligans come, it might end up fatal."
Finishing his words, Ping’an looked anxiously at him and continued, "Especially those neighbors around that yard. It’s so dangerous. If bad people mistakenly enter the wrong place in the dark, it could be disastrous. It’s terrifying."
One of the women washing clothes was notably Guoshu’s wife, the village’s notorious character. She would have long tried to grab something from Zhang Guoqing’s son had it not been for fear of Zhang Guoqing.
Since Ping’an came to wash his hands, she had been paying attention to what the two brothers were talking about.
Upon hearing Ping’an’s exclamation, and without waiting for Xi Zi’s reply, she quickly grabbed the clothes she was rinsing, lifted her head with a smile, and echoed, "Indeed, you’re Xiao Wu’s kid, right? You take after your dad, very kind-hearted. Don’t worry about outsiders, they’re far from us. Our team is safe, nothing to fear."

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