"Village chief, are you home?"
A man's urgent voice came from outside the door, filled with anxiety.
Chen Guanghai glanced apologetically at Su Xiaoxiao: "Sister, you all eat first. There's nothing good at home, don't mind, okay? I'll be out for a while and will be back soon."
With that said, he hurried off.
Out of curiosity, Su Xiaoxiao turned her head to look and saw a middle-aged man in patched clothes standing at the door. The man looked displeased, with many bruises on his face and body, as if he had just had a fight.
From not far away, she could clearly hear the two men talking.
She gradually understood the situation.
It turned out that due to limited resources, the nearby villages took turns going out to fish.
A few young people from these villages couldn't bear their family's hardships anymore and secretly took a boat out to fish, accidentally running into people from the neighboring village. The others saw them and rudely crashed into them with their boat.
