She was capable of throwing feces into other people's pots.
Later, that household couldn't take it anymore and had to move away.
"Sigh... misdeeds pile up, and there's always retribution."
"Enough, enough, stop talking! Didn't you see the village chief getting involved with her?"
"But the truth of the matter clearly isn't like that."
"Who says it isn't? It was eighteen years ago, who can still make it clear? Did you see it?"
"No!"
"If not, better keep quiet."
When Sheng An went out to take out the trash, he overheard a lot of idle gossip and couldn't help but relay those words when he got home.
"Dad, did you hear? A 'sent-down youth' from our village who went back to the city has now returned to recognize her daughter."
"Oh! Which 'sent-down youth' has such a conscience?" Shen Luhua mocked.
