To call it terror was a kindness, some clearly had the look of having seen a ghost.
"Mom, shall we go home instead?"
"No need!" Zhao Lanzi was all fired up; her dislike for visiting neighbors over the years was actually tied to her previous sufferings because she was a landlord being struggled against. Many people in the village, during those struggles, used every means to torment her.
After so many years, although Xu Xianxiong stood behind her and no one dared to bully her anymore, she had also developed the habit of never visiting others. It wasn't fear, but disdain. She genuinely looked down on those rude, narrow-minded women, who couldn't recognize a single word and lacked proper values.
When they approached the next house, they could see a crowd of people chatting idly about Dashan at the entrance.
