The other men remained silent.

If they could tell that it wasn't the same group of people, how could the constables not be able to tell?

It looks like they're preparing to extract a confession through torture.

However, "these people deserved it, so who cares!"

"Anyway, as long as they're arrested, they won't have to cause trouble for the villagers anymore."

"That's good. If they lock us up, they might not be able to get out, and we won't have to worry about them targeting our village again!"

...

The group breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing they had successfully dealt with the villains who had been targeting them.

When Fan Erzhu and the other two heard that no one was after the village, they felt a huge weight lifted off their shoulders and were instantly relieved.

"Let's go, let's hurry back to the village. When I get home, I'm going to pick some tree leaves and take a good bath to get rid of all the bad luck!"

"What a bad day! I didn't get any benefits and just got scared for nothing!"

The three men were full of complaints. They only had one bamboo basket on their backs, which was not very full. After standing up, they took the lead and walked in front.

Fan Jin had prepared a cart early on, arranged for the injured man to sit on it, and then arranged for men to take turns pulling the cart.

Despite their hand and back injuries, Hu Wenhua and the others did not sit down, but instead walked quietly behind the car.

They didn't feel unlucky; they just felt that the world was in such a bad state, and to encounter incompetent officials, trying to find a way out of this predicament meant risking their lives.

This was something we had anticipated.

Thanks to Uncle Ding, they discovered it early and saved them the money to buy medicine. They were only injured and nothing serious, just a little pain and discomfort.

This is already considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

As for what they would get, they dared not think about it, nor was it possible.

The Hong brothers, Hong Mancang and Hong Mancang, walked at the very back of the group, pulling a cart. When no one was looking, Hong Mancang quietly left the group. After a while, he returned, stuffed a bundle of things into the cart, and covered it tightly with an oilcloth.

Upon returning to the village, as soon as they entered the village gate, Fan Qian and his two companions hurried back, muttering curses as if some unclean spirit was chasing them.

Li Wen was so angry that he kept snorting, and all the men in the group were so angry that they couldn't help but curse out loud.

Once the three were out of sight, Li Wen gestured to the rest of the group: "Let's go to my house first, I have something to say!"

The injured man was about to say that they could talk about it another day, but when he heard Li Wen add that it concerned the cost of medicine, he immediately shut his mouth and followed.

The goods couldn't fit in the yard, so the handcart was parked at the entrance of the old village chief's yard.

After everyone had entered, Li Wen went to the courtyard gate to stand guard, with Fan Xiaoliu and Wu Gousheng taking the lead.

Apart from Fan Jinding and Li Huwenhua, everyone else looked bewildered, staring blankly at the two people under the eaves.

What does that mean?

Fan Xiaoliu chuckled and pulled out a cloth bag from his pocket, as did Wu Gousheng. The two lowered their voices and explained the whole story, finally saying, "We only spent a few taels of silver on the medicine. I estimated that we still have fifty or sixty taels left!"

A collective gasp filled the air!

Fifty or sixty taels of silver? Those bandits are really good at robbing! How come they're so rich!

"There are nearly fifty of us. Each person should receive at least one tael of silver. The question is, what should we do with the remaining silver, or use it for something else?"

After asking the others in the courtyard, Fan Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment. What did that mean?

What to do with the remaining silver? What can be done with it? They all looked at Fan Xiaoliu, and an impatient man pressed, "Liuzi, just say what you're thinking, otherwise we won't be able to guess."