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Chapter 68: Poor is more terrible than death

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him was in a panic. Just as he sent away the owner who was begging for goods, someone hanged himself in the compartment. Day by day, it was really scary.

When Jiang Hao and everyone heard the news, they followed Fanshu Chang to the scene without stopping.

When we arrived at the door of the hut where the incident occurred, there were already people around, and several family members were crying in mourning at the door.

After pushing through the overwhelming crowd, Jiang Hao and Zhang Wu finally slipped inside.

The hanged man has been taken down, and doctors from the village health center are squatting on the ground doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Jiang Hao glanced at the ground. The person who hanged himself turned out to be Aunt Liu at the entrance of the village. She was the most cheerful person in the tea picking team on weekdays. She was such a heartless person who could not think of anything and hanged herself.

Sure enough, in the face of poverty and desperation, no one is immune.

There were thunderous cries outside, and people were nervous and holding their breath inside. No one dared to act rashly, everyone was waiting for a miracle to happen.

After a while, artificial respiration and cardiopulmonary resuscitation were performed for a long time. Aunt Liu's lips, which were almost blue, were squeaking softly. When the doctor saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

His life was hanging by a thread, he narrowly escaped death, but he was finally saved.

When the family members who were crying emotionally outside the door heard the shouting, they immediately stopped crying and walked into the house with hesitation to find out what was going on.

"This, this can't be a corpse scam..."

When Uncle Liu saw Aunt Liu opening her eyelids and looking at him, he was so frightened that he backed away to the corner.

Aunt Liu gasped with a hoarse voice and just stared, unable to speak for a while.

"As long as it's okay, let's all be gone."

Jiang Hao saw that the room was full of people, and everyone was standing in an extremely cramped position, which was not a good thing. The more people knew about it, the more difficult it would be for everyone, and it would be even worse if negative emotions spread.

Zhang Wu poked the floor with his crutch and said, "No one is allowed to spread this matter today."

Although Xiaobei Village has been very poor in recent years, and it is common for people to be unable to expose the blame, this is the first time that someone has hanged himself because of poverty. If these things spread, the people in the village will have no hope of living.

After the crowd was dispersed, only Aunt Liu's family and Jiang Hao were left in the room, and the doctors also returned to the clinic.

Jiang Hao winked at Xiaoli, and several people worked together to carry Aunt Liu to the bed in the room and lay her down.

Seeing Aunt Liu, who usually had a smile on her face and seemed to have no worries, turned pale and weak, the cheekbones on her face were sunken, and her haggard look was very unbearable.

Life is like an ever-present problem, and there will always be a breaking point.

Jiang Hao said to Aunt Liu: "Aunt, why are you so indifferent?"

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of Aunt Liu's eyes, and she couldn't help crying with her shoulders shaking.

"The house is gone, and I'm living under someone else's roof. I can't open the pot for half a month. Either way, I'm going to die. Instead of starving to death, it's better to end it myself."

After saying that, he couldn't stop sobbing, and everyone present couldn't help but wet the corners of his eyes.

Poverty is terrifying, more difficult to deal with than a scourge, attacking people's will bit by bit until you collapse, until you give up.

"We will have a way out. We are not afraid of death. Why should we be afraid of poverty?"

The only thing Jiang Hao didn't believe was that this day would end the road for everyone in Xiaobei Village. With his hands still alive, why worry about not having a hot meal?

Before Aunt Liu could answer, a familiar and intimidating voice sounded outside the door.
Chapter completed!
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