"Old Cao, are you dead? It's fine if you die at your age, but do you want your spendthrift wife and your children and grandchildren to be buried with you?"

It wasn't until the village chief arrived that Old Man Cao stood up, still somewhat dazed: "Village...Village chief, why...why are you here?"

“If I hadn’t come, would your family have made such a scene and let more than a dozen people starve to death? Are you even a man? You can’t even control your wife. A person like you shouldn’t have children. Your children suffer because of you.”

The person Qian Baozhu looked down on the most was none other than Old Man Cao. People say that a mother is strong, and he thought that a father should be the same. Even if you can't do anything else, you should at least be able to protect your child. But this guy is the opposite; it's as if nothing in the family has anything to do with him.

Every time you criticize him, he'll say that his wife has it tough too, and he can't control her, as if he's utterly powerless.

"Village chief, look, his mother didn't do it on purpose, so why don't we just let it go?"

With bloodshot eyes, Cao the eldest cried out, "Father, are you really planning to drag our whole family down with us, to feed that so-called uncle with our own blood and flesh?"

Old Cao avoided his child's eyes, his lips twitching a few times but he didn't utter a sound, as if he had tacitly agreed.

Boss Cao suddenly stood up, wiped his face, and a rare look of determination appeared on his face, as if he had finally given up and made his final decision.

"Uncle Village Chief, please, I beg you to keep an eye on my parents. We'll talk about other things after I get the grain back. I can't let our children starve to death because of their grandmother."

Qian Baozhu nodded in satisfaction. People can be filial, but they must never be blindly obedient, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble their descendants will suffer.

"Alright, you guys go ahead. Bring a lot of people with you. Don't worry, Uncle will take good care of things here for you," Qian Baozhu said, waving his hand. A group of men and women came up and tied up Old Man Cao and Old Woman Cao with ropes, even gagging them.

Qian Baozhu waved his hand: "Alright, you guys go ahead."

Qian Xiao... It has to be my great-uncle. Look, this solves the problem. The only reason Cao Laoda suffered was because he didn't have any elder relatives at home. Otherwise, this old woman Cao wouldn't have been so reckless in her pursuit of death.

As he was leaving, Cao Laoda glanced at his parents. His father was still the same, as if nothing in the family concerned him, his eyelids drooping and he didn't look at anyone.

Looking at his own mother's bloodshot, cloudy eyes filled with hatred, Cao Laoda felt as if all his spirit had been drained away, and he aged more than ten years in an instant. Now he was truly heartbroken.

Old Cao bowed to thank the villagers for their help, and then led many strong men to the neighboring village.

Sun Kaicheng tugged at Qian Xiao's sleeve: "Are you still going with us?"

"Ah! Let's go home and have a meal first, then we'll catch up." These people always argue before they actually fight. But she saw that her third and second uncles had gone with them, so she had to go and keep an eye on them.

If you're willing to help, then help, but don't get hurt yourself; that wouldn't be worth it.

"Then shall I go with you?"

"Okay, let's go, I'm going to faint from hunger if we don't eat soon."

By the time Sun Kaicheng and Qian Xiao arrived, everything had already been thrown into disarray.

It seems the people of Zhujia Village have also joined in. That makes sense; the grain was finally brought back with great difficulty, and by helping to protect it, they might even get some benefits in return.

Qian Xiao didn't expect things to start so quickly. She looked around and found a stick about the thickness of a child's arm. She rushed into the fray and, whenever she saw someone in danger, she would strike their opponent on the back of the neck.

She controlled her strength and only knocked the person unconscious, rendering them unable to fight. If she had actually injured them, it would have been difficult to deal with the situation afterward.

Sun Kaicheng realized that he was just like Qian Xiao; he was now part of Qianjiatun, and no one could say anything if he helped out.

The educated youth who had come to watch the commotion instinctively took a step back. My goodness, was that guy named Erdan really that amazing? I thought it was just some village bragging.

The two walked around the crowd. Almost everyone in Zhujia Village had been killed. The women who saw their men being beaten to the ground were furious and pounced on Qian Xiao with their claws outstretched.

"You brat, how dare you hit my man! I'll kill you!"

"Yes, kill her, she killed our men."

"Kill her, make her pay with her life."

Holy crap, they just labeled her a murderer?

However, when she saw the fierce women rushing towards her, Qian Xiao didn't tolerate them. She was a woman and there was no such thing as not hitting a woman. She brandished a wooden stick and pulled Sun Kaicheng behind her.

She's a woman, so hitting another woman is fine, but it's not nice for a man like you to let these people talk about it: "Go find someone to report this to the police station." Today's incident has caused such a big commotion that it's hard to resolve without going through the authorities.

The women of Qianjiatun, seeing this, couldn't stand it anymore and rushed in all at once, causing chaos again. Initially, these women had been watching from the sidelines. That's their custom here: women don't get involved in men's fights, and vice versa.

The shouts and curses almost made Qian Xiao laugh. This woman's fighting was really interesting; she couldn't just use her hands, she had to use her mouth too, as if that was the only way to vent her anger.

Qian Xiao didn't tolerate these old women. To be honest, this matter had nothing to do with the other people in Zhujia Village. They were so eager because they wanted to get a share of the grain from Qianjiatun. They were dreaming.

Seeing that Aunt Wu had been pinned to the ground, Qian Xiao went over, grabbed the woman who was pinning Aunt Wu down, and knocked her unconscious with a stick. He did the same to the other women, and they all obediently lay on the ground.

It's impossible for them to be completely unconscious, but no one would get up to get beaten again, so they just lay on the ground pretending to be dead. Qian Xiao knew this but didn't care. Let them lie there; it's not like their own clothes are getting dirty.

After the last woman collapsed, the village chief of Zhujia Village finally arrived, belatedly: "What are you doing? Did you come here on purpose to cause trouble in our village?"

Qian Xiao rolled his eyes and said, "This Zhu Family Village team leader isn't a good person either: 'Oh, who is this? Isn't this the head of Zhu Family Village? This is such a small village, how long did it take you to get here?'"

“If your legs are really bad, you should just stay home and enjoy your retirement. Isn’t this delaying the village’s development? It seems I need to talk to the leaders about this. This kind of thinking is unacceptable.”

"You, you, you little brat, I'm not talking to you. Call the adults out here to talk."

Qian Xiao wasn't going to put up with this old geezer: "What did you say? You said we came to retrieve the stolen grain, and all of you villagers blocked our way? What? Are you planning to protect the thieves? Or are you saying that your Zhu Family Village ganged up on outsiders who came to carry the grain?"