Chapter 1687: Spitting Out What Was Swallowed

Noisy sounds came from outside.

"Where did they run off to?"

"Could they have left the village?"

"Let's go, chase them!"

They were fortunate not to have headed straight out just now; otherwise, they would have been discovered before reaching the village entrance.

Shi Youxuan smiled and said, "Elder, since we can't leave now, could you let us stay until dark?"

"Old woman, go make some food," the old man ordered.

Rural people are simple and honest; preparing a meal meant they had already accepted them.

The old woman agreed, but after taking a few steps, she returned, looking troubled: "We don't have anything good to eat, just ordinary rural food. Are you used to eating this?"

"I'm used to it. I love ordinary food; it's nutritious and won't lead to over-nutrition."

"Alright, then I'll go cook."

The old woman turned and went to the kitchen. The old man became more talkative now, asking who they were and if they had come to inspect their work.

Shi Youxuan told the truth: "I am the mother of Teacher Sheng from the town middle school. The Village Chief asked my son to donate money. He donated all his money, but it still wasn't enough, so he asked home for more. I came here to take a look."

"Impossible, how could Teacher Sheng's mother be so young?"

The old man's first reaction was actually disbelief; he thought she was lying.

The two reporters hurriedly explained and provided proof.

"That's right, she is Teacher Sheng's mother."

"It's the genuine article."

Shi Youxuan took out her phone and pulled up a family photo to show the old man: "This is me, and the person next to me is my husband."

"The two elders in the middle are my parents-in-law, and behind them are our children. Our eldest daughter is already married and has two children, and she is pregnant again. The eldest son is Sheng Zichen, and the second son is Sheng Litian..."

Having seen the family portrait, the old man now believed her, and his attitude immediately became warm.

"Old woman, kill the chicken in the yard to treat our distinguished guests."

Shi Youxuan hurriedly stopped them, not allowing them to kill the chicken.

She only wanted to hear the true voices of the villagers. Was Er Kanzi Cun really as the Village Chief said, having received no aid from the state?

"Bullshit!"

The old man was indignant and cursed: "The money was allocated long ago, but it's true that the common people never saw it. The money all went into their own pockets, yet they still go around asking others for money..."

"Teacher Sheng is a good teacher; he truly wants to help the students' families, but he has been used by those shameless people..."

The old man told the truth this time, speaking without reservation.

After the meal.

The old man hitched up his donkey cart, pretending to go to the fields to collect firewood, and drove them to the town.

Phoenix Town.

Litian and Feifei could no longer attend classes normally. A group of people buzzed around them like flies: "Make the call, where did they go?"

"If they aren't here, what about the donation?"

"They didn't run away, did they..."

Litian felt a splitting headache; these people seemed to have something wrong with them.

He had already said that his mother's phone wouldn't go through, but they kept urging him to call, unable to understand plain speech.

Their eyes were fixed only on money. If he hadn't received a message from his mother telling him she was already at the hotel and not to contact her for the time being, he would definitely have beaten these people in front of him to a pulp.

They were all heartless fellows who only saw money in their eyes.

Back then, to get him to donate, they spoke more sweetly than they sang, but now every word out of their mouths was about money!

Litian said irritably: "No more donations. You all leave, don't disturb the school's normal classes."

He wanted to cut the Gordian knot and get everyone to leave.

As a result, this one sentence poked a hornet's nest, and the people immediately exploded.

"What? No more donations? Can you just stop donating? Are you treating us like monkeys? You say donate, so we donate, and you say don't donate, so we don't?"

"You have to keep your word. This is a society based on credit. How will the people view you if you go back on your word?"

"Exactly, you don't want your job anymore, do you? It would take us only a minute to ruin your reputation."

Litian was trembling with anger.

He had given up a university teaching job to come to this famously impoverished place to be a middle school teacher; it was already a waste of his talents, and yet there were still shameless people using this job to threaten him?

He had donated money only to bring trouble upon himself; now, whether he donated or not wasn't even his own decision?

Litian's stubborn streak flared up. He stiffened his neck and said bluntly: "If you have the final say, then fire me. Also, return the money I donated to you; I'll use that money to build bridges and pave roads myself."

"One thing is one thing."

"What's in the past is in the past; don't bring it up again."

"Who did you give the money you donated before to? I didn't see a cent of it..."

Some people softened, afraid of having past accounts audited.

Others still wouldn't let go. Those who wouldn't let go were the ones who had caught the scent too late and hadn't managed to take advantage of anything.

Not being able to take advantage felt as painful as losing their own money, so they had to cause a scene; only when everyone got the same amount would it be "fair."

"Get out!"

Litian clenched his fists in anger.

If these people didn't disappear in the next second, he was going to hit someone.

At this moment, his girlfriend held his arm tightly and whispered, "Control yourself. No matter how angry you are, don't hit anyone. We are in the right, but if you hit someone, we'll be in the wrong."

Lu Feifei was also very angry, but she knew that fists couldn't solve every problem.

The other teachers and students all came over after class to support the two of them.

There were many people at the school and their voices were loud; plus, they were not in the right to begin with, so while they could out-argue the tongue-tied Litian, they could not out-argue the teachers and students who were also locals.

There is actually a lot of scientific basis for many people bullying the few.

These people couldn't win the argument, so they left in a huff.

Before leaving, they even dropped a line: "Just wait, we will be back."

"This matter is not over."

These people really kept their word; they actually came back again.

However, their attitude had done a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

Shi Youxuan and the reporters returned to the hotel, and the two reporters immediately set to work without stopping to organize the drafts and evidence, then sent them back to the television station.

The television station broadcast it at the first opportunity, which immediately caused a huge reaction.

The relevant departments took Uncle Er Mao away, and very quickly, Uncle Er Mao sold out all the "brothers" who were in the same trench with him today; the people in charge of several nearby villages were all taken away, and there were even cadres from the township.

Then the family members of these people came to the school to plead for mercy, requesting Sheng Litian to let their men go.

The men here are the pillars of the household; if the men go in, it is equivalent to the sky collapsing.

Litian stated that there was no way, and it had nothing to do with him.

It truly did not have anything to do with him, but who would believe that?

No one believed it.

People are only willing to believe what they want to believe; as for what the facts are, no one is willing to look.

Anyway, they just latched onto one point—your mother went to see them, and then the people were arrested, so it is inseparable from your family.