Zong Ming remembered that when he was telling those stories, people were in high spirits and were very fascinated. This was because they were not the direct victims of the incident. They did not experience it personally and did not suffer deeply. However, at that time, he had scolded the person who made the fake medicine! He even hoped that they would die! Because he was also a farmer, he was also harmed by fake medicine.
However, when he sprayed the pesticide at Ming Yang and caused irreparable damage, he wished that the pesticide was fake! If the pesticide was fake, he would definitely be grateful to the person who sold the fake medicine. He would specially hire someone to make a plaque and pay a grand visit to express his sincere and warm gratitude with heavy etiquette!
He clearly remembered that when others were laughing and telling examples of fake medicine harming people, he joked to others,"If you encounter such an unfortunate thing one day, you won't be so happy anymore. I'm afraid you won't even be able to find a place to cry. At that time, just say so and I'll cry with you!”Now, he had fallen to the point where he could not even find a place to cry. This kind of thing had really happened to him.
"Right now, I would rather die in ten acres of rice fields than cry. On the contrary, I would be very glad. But that was impossible. I would rather drink that pesticide and die early than cause such a big trouble! Now, I can't die cleanly, I can't die cleanly, and I can't live with any vigor! Other than feeling uncomfortable, it was still uncomfortable! What can I do in life? I'll only cause trouble for others! He made so many people live in misery! I didn't blame myself for causing trouble, but I blamed the medicine. I'm really a big bastard! I can only blame myself!"
He used his hands to desperately tear his hair.
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