Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 213 - 201 Cry Howling_2

Madam Rong saw her come in and glared at her with displeasure, "What are you doing here? We don’t need you."

However, this time Rong Yan didn’t walk out. "Mom, let me help you heat up the fire faster."

Seeing her sit down behind the stove, Madam Rong just let her be.

"Right, you went to the police station... What did the officers say?"

"They should have results very soon." Rong Yan only said this one sentence and didn’t elaborate further.

"That’s for the best. People like that should’ve been eating peanuts long ago," Madam Rong had a clear sense of right and wrong.

Meanwhile, Qin Ye arrived at the village committee. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

There, he saw a crowd gathered around the tractor, and his father-in-law was the one working on its repairs.

So, he quickly stepped forward.

Seeing that it was Qin Ye who arrived, the crowd immediately made way for him.

"Dad."

The call came just as Rong Wenming, who was ready to get up after finishing the repairs, heard it; however, Wenming, likely from squatting too long combined with his already frail body, felt a sudden dizziness and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Qin Ye was quick to catch him in time.

He helped him up and didn’t let go.

Concerned, he asked, "Dad, are you alright?"

Rong Wenming took a moment to recover, his vision clearing before finally shaking his head, "I’m fine, I just squatted too long. By the way, what brings you here?"

"Just checking in." Qin Ye glanced at the tractor, "Dad, is this fixed?"

Only then did Rong Wenming remember and hastily said to the team leader, "It’s fixed now, you can try starting it to see if it works... I think there shouldn’t be any issues this time."

Captain Qin, upon hearing it was repaired, was overjoyed. He quickly told the village’s only tractor driver, "Go ahead and give it a try."

The tractor driver stepped up eagerly to start the tractor.

In a few cranks, the tractor roared to life.

Joy immediately lit up his face, "It’s working, and the sound is even better than before."

Rong Wenming said with a smile, "There was a minor issue with the engine before, which I also fixed. It should all be fine now."

Captain Qin, extremely excited, said to Rong Wenming,

"Mr. Rong, I really can’t thank you enough. Otherwise, we would have faced a lot of delays!"

As it was time for spring planting, there were only a couple of technicians at the town commune’s agricultural machinery station who by now were surely too busy to handle any more work.

Even if they had asked for help at the agricultural machinery station, they probably wouldn’t have managed to get anyone.

Rong Wenming waved a hand dismissively, "No need for thanks, I just knew how to do it. Since it’s fixed, I’ll be heading back now. I can’t use my body much and can’t stay long."

Upon hearing this, Captain Qin dared not ask him to stay any longer and hastened to say, "You’ve worked hard today! Your health is most important, better go back and rest."

Rong Wenming nodded then walked out with Qin Ye’s support.

When they were outside, he finally let Qin Ye’s hand go, "Little Qin, I can walk myself."

Qin didn’t let go but asked, "Dad, how did you learn to fix tractors?"

Nostalgia filled Wenming’s eyes at the question, "Back when I was in the army, I learned to fix things."

What he modestly called "a little"... was really not just a little.

"Dad, you’re really amazing." Qin Ye’s tone was calm, showing no sign of just flattering his father-in-law.

Who doesn’t like hearing praises? Rong Wenming was no exception.

Still, he humbly offered, "Not amazing, just remember a little. By the way, you went to the police station, how did it go? What’s the situation there? When will there be results?"

Qin Ye: "It should be very soon."

Now, anything associated with Qin Fulin was met with endless coldness in his eyes.

If it had been before... even six months ago, knowing that his parents’ deaths were connected to Qin Fulin, he wouldn’t have let Fulin have such an easy time inside.

He would have found a chance to personally deal out justice to that hypocritical, vicious man.

But now... he had a wife and didn’t want to get his hands dirty.

Since he could no longer take action himself, he would let the law deal the harsh punishment.

Father and son-in-law returned home.

Madam Rong’s dumplings were ready.

"Qin, come and eat!"

Qin Ye responded and immediately headed toward the dining table.

Seeing her son-in-law go to eat, Madam Rong then glared at her old man, "Oh, aren’t you capable."

Rong Wenming saw his wife was angry and immediately tried to please her with a smile, "I saw they were in a rush. As I could help, I fixed it for them. Farm work can’t be delayed."

"Besides, our family is staying in this village now, it’s only right to lend a hand when it’s timely... Being helpful to others is also helping ourselves."

Madam Rong didn’t have much affection for the team leader, knowing that the job her son-in-law was assigned to in the past was always in desolate and difficult to plow land!

In the past few years, wasn’t Qin Ye quite young?

She didn’t see the village’s team leader offer him any care.

"Alright, hurry up and wash. Look at the mess you’ve made, you’ve even ruined a shirt."

Her sharp eyes caught several dirty spots on his shirt, probably from the tractor’s oil. Whether it could be washed off was yet another big question.

Seeing her displeased expression, Rong Wenming dared not talk back and hurriedly went to wash his hands.

Three days later, Qin Fulin’s wife brought her three children, crying, to the field where Qin Ye was working.

Then, she directly led the children to kneel before Qin Ye.

This gesture shocked the other people working nearby.

They couldn’t help but stop what they were doing and all turned to look in this direction.

What happened?

Why was Qin Fulin’s wife kneeling to Qin Ye? That’s an elder, right? How could she kneel to a younger one?

Qin Ye looked at the people kneeling before him, their crying voices were deafening.

His face became extremely unsightly.

"Qin Ye, Auntie begs you, please spare your uncle! If he’s gone, how can our whole family survive... I beg you..."

Crying and howling, she kept kowtowing to Qin Ye.

Logically, this should have been avoided, as Qin Fulin’s wife was technically an elder to Qin Ye.

But clearly, Qin Ye had no intention of moving an inch.

His gaze was very cold as he watched the person crying and howling before him.

"Your pleas are useless to me, he deserves his punishment."

Qin Fulin’s wife’s wailing grew louder, "Qin Ye, how can you say such heartless words? How could our Fulin do those things? It must be that you all are up to no good... We can’t fight against you... Auntie begs you, please have mercy, consider that our family can’t survive without him, and spare your uncle!"

"If it weren’t for the one hundred yuan we lent you back then... you wouldn’t have made it either... and over the years, if it weren’t for Fulin helping you openly and secretly, you might have starved to death... You can’t repay kindness with ingratitude!"

"Auntie begs you, please spare your uncle!"

The bystanders, unaware of the whole story, began to whisper and point at Qin Ye for just standing there while Qin Fulin’s wife kowtowed to him.

Qin Ye’s eyes suddenly sharpened.

His expression grew even colder, "He lent us a hundred? That was for my dad’s job which he bought, and if that job had been sold to someone else, it wouldn’t have been just one hundred yuan."

The others agreed upon hearing this.

After all, a job in town was highly desirable, and having one meant you were practically a city-dweller.

Furthermore, you could earn thirty yuan a month.

Given to someone else, even if they didn’t work for half a year, they would still be willing to buy that job.

After all, it could earn several hundred in a year.

That was far better than earning work points in the village.

"But at that time, your dad was so seriously ill, who could he sell his job to? If my man hadn’t bought that job, the factory would have taken it back a long time ago. Where would you have gotten a hundred yuan?"

"Who in the village could come up with one hundred yuan so quickly for you? Qin Ye, one mustn’t be without a conscience in life!"

The onlooking villagers thought about how they themselves were indeed poor, and one hundred yuan... was certainly beyond their reach.

Nor was it something they could borrow.

Because their own relatives were poor too!