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Li Banfeng called out loudly, "Old Pan."
Niu Fuzhi did not know who he was calling. He peeked toward the kitchen, where his wife stood frozen in place, still feeling sad about the marinated pork.
"Well, um, Benefactor," Niu Fuzhi began, twisting his hands together. "You were saying..?"
Before Li Banfeng could answer, Niu Fuzhi stopped himself. He felt he should not ask. He absolutely could not ask. Asking questions at a moment like this would be horribly rude.
After all, Li Qi was not just his benefactor. He was the benefactor of the entire village. And here he was, asking for nothing more than a quiet place to exchange a few words.
Yet, here he was, asking this and that. Would this be acceptable?
Niu Fuzhi was not the only one drowning in guilt. His wife was sinking right beside him.
When the benefactor wanted to eat, she could not bring herself to add rice. When he wanted a dish, she couldn't bear to slice a piece of meat for him. She longed for the floor to split open so she could tumble inside and vanish.
They simply could not remain in the house. The couple shuffled backward together, inch by inch, until they reached the doorway. Then, without a word, they slipped out of the courtyard and fled.
This was the technique and power of a Moralism...
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