Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Utterly Shameless

"Cai Mei, this wheelchair was brought from the big city by A-Hang's colleague. We can't even buy it here," Zhang Xiaofeng said smugly while refusing, just to provoke Lu Caimei.

Sure enough, Lu Caimei's face contorted with rage. "If you could get one, then you can get a second one. Can't stand to see my son do well?"

This ridiculous demand was hard for anyone to tolerate. Some onlookers couldn't stand it and shouted, "Aunt Caimei, A Hang has no choice. I've got some connections, let me help you out, but a wheelchair like this costs at least several hundred or even a thousand yuan. Do you have that kind of money?"

If Lu Caimei had money, she wouldn’t be living so shabbily. So, when questioned, she immediately cursed, "What’s it to you? Scram! Mind your own business!"

She stared at Lu Hang, hoping to get a wheelchair for free, assuming Lu Hang's friends wouldn’t charge him for it.

Her plan was obvious, but no one was foolish enough to indulge her—it would only bring trouble.

"Mom, stay out of it!" Lu Hang reminded her.

"I know!" Zhang Xiaofeng felt like giving her son a thumbs-up.

His words were more satisfying than arguing with Lu Caimei.

This woman’s ability to make trouble was truly infuriating.

Lu Caimei refused to back down. She glared at Lu Hang and said, "A Hang, you can’t be like this. Now that you have a wheelchair, you can’t just ignore A Zhi. With your connections, all you need to do is ask..."

"Scram!" Zhang Xiaofeng snapped, furious. "As if we'd want you as an aunt! You think because you say a few words, my family should foot the bill for your wheelchair? Do you even deserve it?"

"Strictly speaking, A Hang should call me auntie..." Lu Caimei retorted indignantly.

"As if we'd want you as an aunt! A Hang has his own aunts," Zhang Xiaofeng argued.

While they bickered, Lin Nannan grew impatient. She wanted to get to the fields early, but they were being held up. If she went alone, people would surely gossip, and she had no patience for this nonsense. So, she took over pushing the wheelchair from Lu Fang, subtly signaling 01 to move forward while she merely pretended to push, quickly wheeling Lu Hang away.

Lu Yuan and Lu Ming immediately followed.

Leaving the commotion behind, Lin Nannan finally relaxed. She wondered aloud, puzzled, "Didn’t they say the harvest was bad and everyone was starving? If things are so dire, why do people still love to argue? Is the feeling of hunger that enjoyable?"

She knew the pain of hunger all too well.

When she first arrived at the Lu family, they had solid meals during heavy farmwork. But once the work eased and the gifted meat ran out, the watery broth left her stomach growling.

From her grandmother’s usual conversations, Lin Nannan knew their situation was still better than most—some families didn’t even have broth. Though she was occasionally given an egg to satisfy her cravings, it never filled her stomach. She desperately hoped for a bountiful harvest so she wouldn’t have to go hungry anymore.

Her words left the three Lu siblings silent. The question had never occurred to them.

"Isn’t the poor harvest because of the weather?" Lu Ming, the less studious one, asked timidly.

Lin Nannan seemed to realize something and glanced at them. "You can't all really think that, can you?"

Lu Yuan took offense and protested weakly, "We never learned about these things!" she added.