"Oh!" Ruan Xianxian, with her back hunched, started working, letting the supervisor push her away little by little.

"Aunt Yan." A male voice sounded from behind. The two stood behind a large rock away from the crowd. The foreman came over to help with the loading, asking with a smile:

"Are you aware that your transfer order to return to your hometown has been issued?"

Ruan Xianxian froze, then slowly straightened up. She heard the steward sigh softly, "Unfortunately, someone doesn't want you to go back."

I'm sorry, Aunt Yan, may you rest in peace!

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong hand pushed Ruan Xianxian's back. Beneath their feet was the turbulent river, and they could hear the shouts of the exhausted soldiers.

In his imagination, the withered and frail old woman was pushed into the river by him. The fake accidental fall into the water did not happen. The person in charge used all his strength, but Ruan Xianxian did not move.

Just as he panicked and tried to back away, an old but strong hand gripped his wrist tightly. Yan Fenghua, who was under the bamboo hat, raised her face and mouthed something to him.

He couldn't see clearly, and suddenly felt dizzy. Before falling off the riverbank, he shouted "No!" at the top of his lungs, but unfortunately, the rain was too heavy and the river was too fast, and his voice was completely drowned out by the rainy night.

A second before falling into the water, the person in charge still couldn't understand how a nearly 60-year-old woman could have such strength.

On the bank, Ruan Xianxian stood upright, her eyes slightly lowered, watching the water splashing gently in the river.

[System! I've killed someone.]

365: [It's okay, honey. He attacked you first. What you did was self-defense anywhere.]

Ruan Xianxian: [No, I had a million ways to stop Grandma from coming here, but we still came. I wanted him to experience firsthand the pain Grandma suffered in her past life.]

365: [Don't be afraid! This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Xianxian is awesome! Pushing that person away was so cool.]

Ruan Xianxian's hand trembled as she pushed the person, but a smile appeared on her lips. She turned around and joined the flood relief team.

The sun rose, and the sky was dark and gloomy. Fortunately, the rain stopped!

A group of people lay or sprawled on the riverbank.

The flood has been stopped from spreading, and repairs to the riverbank can begin as long as it doesn't rain.

A young soldier ran up to a tall, shirtless man and pointed into the distance: "There's been a commotion at the farm. Apparently, the person in charge has disappeared."

The man frowned slightly, grabbed a coat casually, and strode towards the commotion.

"It was you, it must have been you. You pushed Brother Wang. I saw him last appear beside you."

After being knocked unconscious and then woken up by her granddaughter, Yan Fenghua, who had a good sleep, remained calm. "Did you see me push him? Why would I push him? Why did I push him and not you?"

"You..." The man was rendered speechless.

"Make way, make way, the commander is here." The crowd parted to make way, and Feng Bai strode in, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd, and the surroundings instantly fell silent.

He didn't believe either side's story and asked each of them a few questions. The old lady answered flawlessly, while the other party just got angry and made some unfounded guesses.

These soldiers had been engaged in rescue operations for several days; their eyes were bloodshot, and their bodies were covered in cuts and scratches from the sand and gravel.

Yan Fenghua handed a teacup to the soldier next to Feng Bai, saying, "Have some hot water, kid, your lips are all chapped."

This action softened Feng Bai's sharp features slightly. The man who had been shouting realized something was wrong and yelled, "You're protecting yourselves! I'm going to report this!"

With sharp, imposing features and a muscular physique, Feng Bai stepped forward, and Ruan Xianxian, who was looking down from his vantage point, clicked her tongue.

Suddenly, the man below looked over sharply, his aura too imposing. Ruan Xianxian lowered her eyes, and with the tree canopy obscuring her view, she didn't know if he had seen her.

It's probably impossible to see.

He directed the farm workers to return, telling them to deal with any issues after the flood subsided, and then spoke sternly to the still-shouting foreman:

"I have taken full control of Ping'an County for now. Once the floodwaters recede, you can come to me and report whatever you want."

Last night he had already thought that the situation was not optimistic, and whether organizing a group of old men and women to help with the rescue would be helpful or more of a hindrance.

He knew perfectly well what his purpose was in attacking the waters; he would settle accounts one by one after the floodwaters receded.

Hearing the words "I have full authority over Ping'an County" and "You can report to me anytime the floodwaters recede," the person in charge was startled, realizing he had kicked a hornet's nest, and dared not say another word.

"All the elderly people on the farm should go back. They don't need to come back anymore." He gave the order, then silently turned and left.

...

Back at the farm, many elderly people, having spent the night in the rain, developed high fevers.

Yan Fenghua was busy bringing water and clothes, but didn't even glance at Ruan Xianxian, who was sitting obediently on the small bed.

Finally, after settling her old friends in, she sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed), massaging her shoulders, and asked, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

Ruan Xianxian nodded, "We shouldn't have pushed people into the river."

"You were wrong!" Yan Fenghua sighed softly, picking up a cloth to wipe her dirty face. "You shouldn't have risked your life for an old woman like me."

What if the dam continues to collapse and the water rises? What if there were many of them last night and they pushed you into the river?

Xianxian, Grandma doesn't blame you! But next time we can do better. We can have someone lie in wait and catch him in the act, or something similar.

There's no need to dirty your hands for someone like that.

There are so many soldiers here; if someone sees you, it could ruin your life.

Ruan Xianxian smiled and replied crisply, "I know, Grandma." She'll do it again next time.

She will not let go of anyone who bullied or humiliated her in her past life. She will be more careful next time. It was her first time, and she was a little inexperienced.

"Alright! I'm out of danger here. You go back to the village first. Grandma will come to see you in the village once the transfer order is officially issued. Don't come over anytime soon."

With the person with malicious intentions dead, and with the intervention of the army and the supplies she brought, Grandma's safety was indeed guaranteed; she was just waiting for the final approval of the transfer order.

"Then I'll be going?"

Ruan Xianxian looked back every three steps.

"Run!"

After she left, the old woman quickly left the room, found Steward Wang's residence, retrieved the letters he had hidden, and also found the steward's notes.

He picked up a piece of paper and began to copy the characters. In a short while, the handwriting he produced was exactly the same as that of the dead steward.

Holding the letter, she felt something was missing. Just then, a sigh came from behind her: "Give me the letter, I'll make it look old for you."

The old woman was startled and jumped up to hit him, yelling, "Can't you make any noise when you walk?!"

...

Back in the county town, Ruan Xianxian began to disguise herself. She took three days off, adhering to the idea that the sooner she returned to the village, the sooner she would be scolded, and stayed in the county town.

Because she had no letter of introduction, she had nowhere to go and couldn't even stay in a guesthouse. Fortunately, she followed a few middle-aged women carrying baskets and found the black market in Ping'an County.

Using three eggs to smooth things over, he met the manager of the small black market, a burly man who was about 1.8 meters tall. He got straight to the point:

"I'd like to buy a small courtyard house in the county. Do you have any connections?"