The dead are honored, Kong Zhongyou brought up the dead, and even the dissatisfied ones couldn't say anything. But what they thought in their hearts could be imagined.
"Village chief, I know you mean well for me, and the community looks after me, but the more it is like this, the more I can't take advantage of everyone. My parents are gone; I don't want their share. We are in difficult times now, and we should work together to overcome these challenges."
I may be small and weak, but I still want to contribute my share. I remember everyone's kindness in my heart."
After hearing Jiang Xinyu say this, those who were dissatisfied earlier felt embarrassed instead, and their expressions showed a hint of awkwardness.
"Xinyu, it's fine, you should keep it." Kong Zhongyou persuaded.
"Village chief, I really can't take it. Just give me what is due, thank you."
