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

Zhao Zhizhi thought it would be more than enough to build a house. Don't let them stop cutting down trees first.

Then she took out the drawings, spread them out in front of everyone, and analyzed the structure of the house for them carefully and seriously.

Although she is not very good at this aspect, fortunately the house they want to build is relatively simple, so there should be no problems.

More than ten days have passed, and the villagers have changed from watching and watching at the beginning to openly watching.

They watched helplessly as a house was built with the efforts of Zhao Zhizhi, Wei Shao and others.

It actually looked sturdier than all their houses.

This also instantly brought a glimmer of hope to those desperate villagers.

The villagers who were indifferent at first joined the camp of building houses one after another.

Within half a month, all the villagers whose houses were burned down in Xiaohe Village had moved into new houses.

Looking at the brand new houses and the land with remaining burnt marks, the villagers hugged each other and cried with joy.

Zhao Zhizhi was also happy for them. She wiped the sweat from her face and turned to look at Wei Shao excitedly, "It's finally over."

Wei Shao smiled fondly, "Well, it's all thanks to you that they have a new home."

As soon as these words came out, the villagers who were hugging each other also gathered around.

The leader was a slightly older man. He took a few shaky steps forward and actually wanted to kneel down in front of Zhao Zhizhi.

After realizing what he wanted to do, Zhao Zhizhi was shocked. She hurriedly ran away, walked quickly to the man's side, helped him up, and said helplessly: "Uncle Wang, what are you doing? You are just breaking my heart, I am living well, please don't shorten my lifespan."

The man who was called Uncle Wang raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said excitedly: "Zhizhi, you are the savior of all of us. We should kowtow to you three times. We were all right before." You are quite dissatisfied, and even secretly complained about you, but you just didn’t care about us, and you even helped us rebuild the house."

He paused and sighed with shame, "We really don't have the shame to thank you!"

Zhao Zhizhi waved his hand nonchalantly and said: "What a big deal, you should actually blame me. Although I didn't burn the house, it does have something to do with me, so I should take the responsibility of rebuilding the house for you. "

Uncle Wang wanted to say something with tears in his eyes, but another villager stood up and said, "Why don't we go to the village chief and try to find a way to get something for the Zhao girls. Even if the thing is not precious, it can still be regarded as our sincerity."

After hearing this, Uncle Wang thought it was feasible. Before Zhao Zhizhi could speak, he led a group of people to the village chief's house.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade them, Zhao Zhizhi could only follow them. If the items were small, she could accept it. If the items were large, she would have to bargain.

However, before they reached the village chief's house, a young man with a panicked expression ran over from the direction of the village chief's house.

Uncle Wang stopped him, "Er Huzi, where are you running in such a panic? Did something happen at home?"

Erhuzi stopped breathing heavily, tears welling up in his eyes, and there was a hint of fear, which showed that he was quite frightened.

He slowed down, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "Wang, Uncle Wang, everyone, something happened to the village chief. When I went to his house to discuss something with him, I saw... "

Erhuzi hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a whole sentence.

Uncle Wang was impatient and interrupted him bluntly, "Speak quickly, what happened to the village chief?"

Erhuzi closed his eyes tightly, stamped his feet and said, "I saw the village chief lying on the bed and already dead."

Uncle Wang and other villagers immediately took a breath. No one thought that such a thing would happen. They looked at each other and were stunned for a moment.

Zhao Zhizhi was also shocked by what Er Huzi said. She met the village chief half a month ago. Although his condition was not good at that time, if he went to a doctor to treat his injuries, he could still live for a few years, unless He Xiuer died. Leave him alone.

That's her biological father!

Zhao Zhizhi grimaced, passed the crowd, and walked quickly towards the village chief's house.

As soon as she entered the main room, an unpleasant odor broke into her nose.

Zhao Zhizhi's expression changed and he entered the master bedroom without hesitation.

The village chief was just as she had seen him when she came half a month ago, still lying on the bed, his posture unchanged.

Zhao Zhizhi frowned and came closer. The difference was that the village chief had already lost his breath of life at this time, the wounds on his body had worsened, his body was covered with maggots, and his body exuded an unbearable stench.

Zhao Zhizhi suddenly thought of something, and she quickly walked to another room. As expected, Li Xiucai's condition was even more miserable than that of the village chief.

And He Xiu'er didn't know where she went, and her home was extremely deserted, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

It is confirmed that the village chief and Li Xiucai died of illness.

The villagers who came over were very sad after learning about this incident, but they were not at all sad.

It seemed that the village chief was of no importance to them.

However, everyone still criticized He Xiuer's actions.

"It's not like we don't know how much the village chief loved his daughter before he was alive. In the end, even his own daughter abandoned him."

"That's right, we all watched He Xiu'er grow up when we were children. No one knew she could be so cruel and cruel."

"Then Li Xiucai deserves to die."

The villagers instantly had another common topic to talk about after dinner.

Zhao Zhizhi is a doctor after all, and he has some feelings about the loss of life.

She walked out of the village chief's house with a complicated expression, looked into the distance and sighed deeply.

When the village chief dies, it stands to reason that the villagers should raise funds to hold the most solemn funeral in the village.

But now that the famine has not passed, the villagers really can't afford it. Besides, the village chief didn't make any great contributions to the village during his lifetime, so they naturally don't feel sad.

Zhao Zhizhi couldn't bear to see his body exposed in the wilderness, so he buried him and Li Xiucai at his own expense.

There was joy and sorrow in the village on this day, but obviously the joy of having the house rebuilt overshadowed the sadness of the village chief's death. It was rare for the villagers to go home early in the evening. Instead, they gathered at the big tree in the middle of the village road to sing and dance.

They surrounded Zhao Zhizhi in the middle and shouted at her to do whatever she wanted.

Zhao Zhizhi wanted to humbly say that she knew nothing. However, when she touched Wei Shao's affectionate gaze, she turned around and said again: "Since everyone expects so much, then I will show my shame." , I hope everyone won’t laugh at me.”

After saying that, she looked straight at Wei Shao, her red lips slightly opened, "I will sing a song for everyone. The name of this song is Confession Balloon."