"Did you hear me! Don't go into my field!"

"These are the rice seedlings I just planted!"

Hu San roared at the top of his lungs, feeling both angry and extremely sad, but not afraid.

He truly didn't understand why, after spending almost his entire life farming, he was being repeatedly deprived of his right to farm.

When you are deprived of your only means of livelihood, what are you left with?

The soldiers were getting closer and closer, and Hu San could even see the rice seedlings being tossed about by the horses' hooves. His anger and sadness grew even stronger at that moment.

The tremor was so intense that his whole body was shaking, but he gripped the handle of the kettle in his hand tighter and tighter until his palms ached.

The soldier hadn't stopped his horse or changed direction; he ignored the paddy fields where people could walk and just kept heading into them, practically ruining the rice seedlings.

"What a fucking bastard!"

Hu San unleashed a furious curse through clenched teeth, his chest heaving violently as he stared intently at the man.

Then, he suddenly exerted force, as if in an instant he had poured all his strength and anger into the kettle in his hand.

He suddenly threw it at the man!

Under the golden sunlight, the kettle drew an arc in the air and hit the person squarely.

The water bottle hit the helmet squarely, then exploded with a "bang," splashing cheap tea dregs all over Jin Fengluan's face. Startled, Jin Fengluan fell off her horse and crashed heavily into the muddy water.

When she painfully lifted her face from the mud, she saw the man wearing a tattered straw hat running towards her, and the weathered face under the hat was clearly filled with rage.