The next day, Su Huaiyuan and his son Su Ze carried the pushcart bed for Dabao and Xiaobao on a wooden beam and brought it with them to work.

As the father and son walked with the small cart bed, they attracted a lot of attention along the way.

The villagers didn’t know what this pair of relocated father and son were up to, but the children found it fascinating and ran behind them from a distance.

Dabao and Xiaobao already knew the little cart bed was for them.

They were extremely excited, each holding their grandmother’s hand and rushing forward.

No matter what, they had to follow behind their grandpa and dad—after all, that was their little cart bed.

Old Feng and his grandson, along with Cai Qingwen and Zhou Meihua, happened to arrive as well.

Seeing the cart bed, they all came over to have a look.

It had been too late the night before, and they were too busy making the cart bed to really examine it closely.

Unexpectedly, although the cart was roughly made and used average materials, it was still sanded quite smooth.

At least the two little ones now had somewhere to sit or lie down.

Qiao Jiuru even brought the little quilts for the two kids.

Unfortunately, she didn’t dare bring toys.

But since they would be living here for a while, she could gradually make some wooden toys for them in the future.

Uncle Jiu had heard that they’d finished the cart bed and came over to take a look himself.

As for Su Huaiyuan and his family wanting to make a small cart bed for Dabao and Xiaobao to bring to the fields, Bai Lianshan had naturally known about it early on.

Seeing the villagers gossip about the cart, he took the initiative to explain that it was for their two kids.

The adults had to work and were worried the kids might run off or get lost without anyone watching them.

However, just as he finished speaking, a group of women impatiently started chattering, all wanting a spot for their own kids on the cart.

“Captain, let that cart hold my kid too.”

“Count my Gouzi in. That little cart looks big enough.”

“Mao Dan can sit alone, just one spot.”

“What about my Pidan? No way, you have to include him too!”

“Heiya is on my back every day while I work. Captain, let her have a spot too. She’s small and doesn’t take up much space.”

“Captain, Xiao Shitou is your grandnephew, remember to save him a spot.”

…

It wasn’t just Bai Lianshan whose face turned dark—even Uncle Jiu, who had planned to leave after inspecting the cart, looked completely furious upon hearing this.

“Let, let let—let your damn mother!”

“Whoever wants a cart should make their own. Stop eyeing other people’s things. What, don’t you have hands?! Or wood?! I ought to ask your men—are their limbs broken or what?!”

“Shameless! This is something for kids, something they worked through the night to make so they could leave the kids safe while working. You think just flapping your lips a few times entitles you to take their kids’ things? When did the Village get this kind of bad habit?! Are your men all useless?!”

Uncle Jiu was truly furious.

His hands trembled as he pointed at the women, scolding them with a torrent of words.

The women who tried to take advantage shrank back, and the male villagers didn’t look very pleased either—especially Bai Lianshan.

Even the nearby educated youths, who had been watching the commotion, couldn’t help but show looks of disdain.

The cart clearly only fit two small kids, and they still wanted to squeeze more in?

That’s disgusting.

Besides, the relocated family barely scraped together enough wood to make this cart.

The villagers here could easily find wood and make their own—it was way easier for them.

“Uncle Jiu, we were just talking…”

“Yeah, we didn’t really want to take their stuff.”

Two of the women, after being fiercely scolded, still weren’t convinced and tried to make excuses.

“Talking?! Then can I say I want half your grain?”

“Can I say—since you’re working anyway—go work my job too?!”

“Shameless! I never thought we’d have people like this in the Village. Let me say this clearly—no matter what brought these folks here or what they used to do, it has nothing to do with us. As long as they work properly, don’t run off or break the rules, and do whatever they’re told, we can’t bully them.”

This time, Bai Lianshan was genuinely angry.

Without waiting for Uncle Jiu to explode again, he stepped forward himself.

With a serious expression, he glared at the two women who spoke and solemnly restated the rules to everyone.

Everyone shrank back at the words of Bai Lianshan and Uncle Jiu—especially the women.

No doubt they were going to get an earful when they got home at noon.

No one dared make a sound.

“What are you still standing around for? Get to work! Are your jobs too easy or something?!”

Bai Lianshan swept his eyes across the crowd and barked. The crowd scattered like startled birds and beasts.

Su Huaiyuan and Qiao Jiuru had remained silent throughout.

They weren’t surprised at the scene at all.

But Su Ze and Zhou Wanwan felt anxious and uneasy—both angry and afraid.

Luckily, the words of Uncle Jiu and Bai Lianshan put their minds at ease.

This little cart bed could only fit kids the size of Dabao and Xiaobao—any more, and it’d be like sardines in a can.

“Uncle Jiu…”

Bai Lianshan looked at the people walking away, then turned to talk to Uncle Jiu, whose expression was still dark.

“I’ll go talk to those old fellas and tell them to keep these shallow-minded women in check.”

Uncle Jiu was truly furious.

He had even thought about having the team’s carpenter make a nice cart for the kids, but thankfully Qiao Jiuru had stopped him.

Now he finally understood—even his own production team couldn’t be trusted, let alone outsiders.

If someone seized on this as a weakness, they’d end up harming Qiao Jiuru’s family.

“Alright, go ahead, Uncle Jiu. I’ll go visit everyone’s house tonight too. Since they all want a little bed so badly, fine—let every household make one. If they’ve got so much free time…”

Bai Lianshan was angry too. His village didn’t lack money or materials.

So why were they so eager to take advantage of others?

Some families in the production team really didn’t have help watching their kids.

Fine, make a cart like this and put it in the field—if the relocated family can do it, why can’t the locals?

“The people in this village really need some discipline. Their hearts are getting too restless.”