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That day, several villagers suddenly appeared at the entrance.
They were sneaking around, occasionally peeking into the yard, their eyes filled with a strange expression.
At that moment, I was leisurely sitting in the sun, my Daughter-in-law busy with housework inside, while Yue Ya was happily playing in the yard.
Noticing their actions, I immediately became alert, fixing my gaze on them and asking, "What do you want?"
" Brother Lao San, you should send that child back to the mountains," one of them said in a low voice, as if afraid of being overheard. "What if she's some kind of demon's offspring? If her parents come looking for her and go mad, our whole village will suffer!"
Before he could finish speaking, I was instantly enraged. My eyes widened as I shouted angrily, "Demon? You better get the hell out of here! Yue Ya is just a poor child. We took her in; that's an act of kindness!"
Seeing me lose my temper, the fear on their faces was evident. They dared not say anything more and left in a hurry.
I watched their retreating figures and muttered to myself:
I don't know which reckless fool was gossiping behind our backs, but if this matter spreads, it will surely bring a heap of trouble.
That night, my daughter-in-law looked worried as she brought it up with me.
"Brother San, have you heard what the villagers are saying? Could there really be something strange going on?"
I gently shook my head, having already made up my mind. I replied firmly, "Sister San, we can't think that way. Yue Ya is someone we brought back from the mountains. Since we've taken her in, we must take responsibility for her.
How could she possibly be a demon? She is our own child."
My daughter-in-law sighed helplessly, her eyes filled with conflict. "But our lives are already hard enough..."
I interrupted her again, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "No matter how tough things get, we can't abandon the child. Although we are poor, we must not let our conscience be poor. With us, Yue Ya at least has enough to eat."
My daughter-in-law remained silent for a while, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. In the end, she nodded and said, "Alright, I'll listen to you. Let's move downstream to Daxing River, away from all this gossip."
The next day, we began to pack our things.
The villagers watched us busily preparing to move, some shaking their heads in disapproval, while others whispered among themselves.
I pretended not to hear anything. In my heart, as long as our family could be together safely, no matter how difficult life became, we would always manage to get through it.
After moving downstream of the Daxing River, life settled into a quiet and steady routine.
Yue Ya grew more agile and understanding with each passing day.
She loved to follow me and my Daughter-in-law around, eagerly helping with whatever tasks she could manage.
Although life remained humble and challenging, ever since Yue Ya arrived, our home was often filled with bursts of laughter and warmth.
One day, Yue Ya returned from the mountains after gathering herbs, tightly cradling a vibrant and plump Ganoderma mushroom in her hands.
She ran towards us with a light step, her rosy little face beaming with uncontainable excitement:
“Dad, Mom, look! I found Ganoderma!”
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