The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

Zhao Dong roared angrily, "As the old saying goes, a mother’s compassion fosters filial devotion from her children! It was just a playful scuffle between two kids, yet you insisted on berating my Tongtong. She’s your granddaughter too, Mother! If this is how you act, then I see no need to fulfill my filial duties!" "Today, I, Zhao Dong, will make myself clear: I have only this one daughter. If none of you will cherish her, I will! From now on, if anyone dares to call my daughter an Evil Star again, I, Zhao Dong, will fight them to the death!"

Zhao Dong was usually good-tempered. However, when he burst into fury, his intimidating presence truly frightened the gossiping old women nearby, and they all fell silent.

Just then, the Village Chief’s wife happened to walk by. After hearing the cause and course of the events, she stepped forward. "Everyone, stop arguing and listen to me. I was also present when Zhao Dong’s daughter was born. I know you’ve all been saying that her birth, marked by thunder and lightning, was inauspicious."

"However, think back. Wasn’t our village suffering from a long drought at that time? If it hadn’t rained then, the year’s harvest would have been severely reduced. Coincidentally, Zhao Dong’s daughter was born amidst thunder and lightning, and her birth brought us a much-needed, timely downpour."

"If you ask me, she might just be a Little Lucky Star. You all should stop spreading such baseless rumors!"

The Village Chief’s wife commanded great respect in the village. When she spoke, even Mrs. Wang had to show her some deference, and the others dared not say anything more.

Furthermore, several villagers who were on good terms with Zhao Dong’s family also stepped up to speak in his defense. Mrs. Wang could only snort coldly and retreat resentfully. And so, the matter was considered closed.

Zhao Zhitong hugged Sun Mei’s leg, peeking her little head out to look around. Among the crowd of onlookers, there were many little girls her age, and Zhao Zhitong grinned at them.

The little girls, however, looked at her with eyes full of envy. If only we had a father who loved us this much! they thought.

Mrs. Wang departed, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed. In the end, only the Village Chief’s wife and her eldest daughter-in-law remained.