Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Zhao Zhizhi walked straight to the entrance of the village, where many villagers were slumped in front of the charred houses, all listless as if they had lost their souls.

She stood in front of these people, and they were indifferent.

Zhao Zhizhi took a deep breath, suddenly raised his voice, and shouted loudly: "Hey, everyone, come over, I have something important to discuss with you."

After she finished saying this, the villagers gave her some respect and looked at her slowly, but there was still no luster in their eyes.

Zhao Zhizhi looked around, stood on a big rock, and said with a serious face: "I know your house was burned down. Do you feel powerless now and feel that there is no hope in life?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but shudder. If she hadn't been doing something serious, she would have thought she had joined a pyramid scheme.

She pursed her lips and continued bravely: "You don't have to worry about your future life. I am willing to help you rebuild your house, but I definitely can't do it alone. I need everyone's strength."

I thought that after I said this, the villagers would react more or less.

Unexpectedly, these people not only didn't say a word, but also looked back and immersed themselves in their own world again.

Zhao Zhizhi didn't know what to do at this time. After thinking about it, she walked to one of the villagers and started lobbying him alone.

"Uncle Chen, I remember that you grew grapes before. When I was a child, I often went to your house to steal grapes to eat. Trust me, I will definitely help you rebuild your house, as long as you are willing to contribute."

Uncle Chen held his head covered with dust and said dejectedly: "It's useless, everything is over, you don't need to worry about our life and death, just let us fend for ourselves here."

"How can that work!" Zhao Zhizhi ran to another person to persuade him, but he had the same idea as Uncle Chen and had no intention of living.

Zhao Zhizhi straightened up, glanced at the villagers slumped on the ground with a cold face, and said angrily: "You are older than me after all, but you are not a young man like me who can figure it out. Even if you don't think for yourself, you should still think about it." Think about it, family, you can give up on yourself, but what about them, don’t they want to live?”

"Isn't it just that the house burned down? It's not like the end has come. The drought didn't kill us. Why can't we survive this juncture?"

However, even though she kept her mouth shut, these people still had no reaction.

With no other choice, Zhao Zhizhi could only walk to the village chief's house angrily.

At this time, Zhao Zhizhi had to admit that the village chief's words should be more useful than her.

Wei Shao still followed her secretly, hiding from time to time.

Although Zhao Zhizhi didn't notice anything strange, these villagers all saw it, but they didn't care about other things.

The door to the village chief's house was not closed. Zhao Zhizhi knocked on the door and shouted twice, but no one answered him before walking in.

She first went to the main house and knocked on the door twice. "Village Chief, are you at home? I am Zhao Zhizhi. I have something to do with you."

Before she finished speaking, the door opened with her movement.

Something is wrong!

Zhao Zhizhi opened the door decisively and walked in. There was someone inside, still lying on the bed.

She tried to get closer and found out that it was the village chief, but his eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, and his lips were so chapped that they bled.

With just one glance, Zhao Zhizhi could tell that he was unconscious and the situation was not optimistic.

Why doesn't anyone go to the doctor?

Zhao Zhizhi just wanted to take out the medical box from the space to diagnose the village chief's pulse and treat his illness.

There was sudden movement in the room on the left. After a moment of hesitation, she left the master bedroom and walked over.

The light in the room seemed to be blocked, and it was pitch black. Only a few outlines could be seen when you stretched out your fingers.

Zhao Zhizhi took out the fire stick from the space, blew it gently, and the fire suddenly appeared, allowing her to see someone sitting silently by the bed in the room, not knowing what they were doing.

She frowned, glanced around, found the oil lamp, walked over quickly, lit it, and completely illuminated the small room.

The person sitting next to the bed was none other than He Xiuer. She lowered her head, motionless like a statue, and turned a deaf ear to Zhao Zhizhi's arrival.

After another look, Zhao Zhizhi discovered that there was still someone lying on the bed.

She couldn't help but take two more steps forward, and then she saw clearly that the person lying on the bed was actually Li Xiucai.

There is more than one word "miserable" that can describe his current appearance.

He was covered in blood, and the blood had turned brown, but there were still fresh blood in some places, which showed that he had been injured for a long time, but he had not received effective treatment.

As a doctor, you should be compassionate and treat all patients.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zhizhi lacked a compassionate heart. Even though Li Xiucai looked miserable, she had no intention of helping him.

This man tried every possible means to harm her before, but he just didn't succeed. If he had succeeded, he might not know which grave he would be lying in.

Although the village chief is not a good person, he has never done anything harmful to nature. Zhao Zhizhi said a few words for him, "He Xiu'er, your father is still in a coma, don't you need to worry about him?"

He Xiuer seemed to have just realized that there was another person in the room.

She raised her head blankly, her pupils shrank when she saw Zhao Zhizhi, and she stood up excitedly. Her lips trembled and she tried to make a sound, but she was extremely hoarse.

"It's you, you came back alive."

Zhao Zhizhi said calmly: "There's nothing we can do about it. A good person can live a peaceful life."

Hearing this, He Xiuer suddenly burst out, with a hoarse voice, and yelled crazily: "What kind of good person are you? It was you who harmed our village, my father and Li Lang. Without you, our family of three can still live together well."

"Why did you provoke Li Lang? You clearly said you regarded him as trash..."

He Xiuer paused and laughed as if she was mad, "I understand, do you hate me and Li Lang in your heart? You pretend not to care on the surface, but in fact you resent Li Liang for marrying me, so you take revenge crazily." We, you femme fatale, you are too poisonous!”

Zhao Zhizhi picked his ears and raised his eyelids impatiently, "Are you done?"

He Xiuer collapsed and yelled: "No, my family has been destroyed by you. My father and Li Lang are both lying in bed not knowing whether they are alive or dead. Why don't you die? Why don't you die!"

After saying that, she rushed towards Zhao Zhizhi.

It's a pity that He Xiu'er tortured herself so much that she lost a lot of weight and was no match for Zhao Zhizhi.

She easily pushed He Xiuer to the ground, looked at her condescendingly, and said indifferently: "I don't blame you for your lack of brains, but I can't bear it if you beat her up."