The Crowd Gathered at the Door

Old Wang's smile froze on his face when he heard this.

"Your father borrowed a lot of money from people in the village, saying he was taking your nephew to the big city for treatment. But after just three days, he came back and said your nephew didn't survive, and didn't even buy him a proper coffin—just wrapped him in a grass mat and buried him in the mountains. When the villagers went to him for the money, he said the debt would be paid by his son and told them to wait until you came back to collect it from you." Old Wang sighed and said helplessly.

Actually, everyone in the village was from the same community, so they wouldn't have rushed to press Old Jiang for money right after he lost his son and grandson. Especially since Old Jiang had been the village head before, and it was the New Year.

But no one was really wealthy.

At first, they had been willing to lend money because it was tragic that the child died at such a young age.