Xiao Qing'er was overjoyed and kowtowed desperately: "Thank you, uncle... Thank you!"

The boss glanced at his subordinates, then hurriedly mounted his horse and left, completely forgetting about Tang Youyou.

The subordinate looked at the skinny little Qing'er and smiled appreciatively: "Not bad, you're quite brave!"

At dawn, Mrs. Wang cried out to the sky.

"You damned bandits, why don't you just let the thunder strike you to death? My food, my silver, wuwuwu..."

Only then did the nearby villagers dare to open the door, quietly come to the outside of the Bai family's old house, and secretly watch what was going on inside.

"I heard the smashing sounds at midnight last night!"

"Bandits? I was so scared! I didn't sleep all night!"

"Me too, hiding in the cellar with my child, I'm almost suffocating!"

"You deserve it! You're even spreading the word that you have food. Are you feeling better now?"

"That's right, you deserve it for making that dirty money!"

"That's over 10,000 kilograms of food. Is it really all gone?"

Bai Hanrong was almost annoyed to death. She had been kicked a few times yesterday and it still hurt.

The ox cart was also stolen. Now he didn't have a single penny on him, so he had to walk to report to the authorities.

As soon as I walked out the door, I found the villagers whispering to each other, very angry.

"Why didn't you open the door last night?"

Some people found it incredible: "You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. Those are bandits who kill people without blinking an eye! Are we going to die?"

Someone asked in confusion: "Huh? That's strange, why didn't the bandits kill you?"