That noon, Nan Feng was washing clothes in the yard when Nan Quanyou limped in from outside.
Nan Quanyou's expression was heavy. As he entered he walked up to Nan Feng first: "Fengfeng, Brother Ye is leaving."
Leaving?
"Father, Brother Ye is leaving? Where is he going?"
"Didn't the village leader want someone to take responsibility? Brother Ye took it up," Nan Quanyou expressed his regret.
Nan Feng stood up abruptly, angrily asking: "Brother Ye is taking the blame? Why should he? Why must it be Brother Ye to bear it?"
Nan Quanyou shook his head helplessly: "Maybe Brother Ye thinks that since he's originally an outsider, leaving is just leaving. But he had one condition, the custody of the reservoir is to be taken over by Uncle Zhou, and that 500 wen must be delivered to Uncle Zhou's hand monthly."
"Is he just leaving like that?" Nan Feng asked.
"I just came back from Uncle Zhou's, Brother Ye is already packing up."
Nan Feng no longer hesitated, wiping her hands and ran out.