Before long, the mountain sparrow came in with its bright eyes, "Sister Anan, my father is here!"

"Why is it so noisy outside? What's going on?" Lin Yinan asked calmly, without a trace of emotion.

Zhao Mang respectfully replied, "The family members of the bound person are making a scene and cursing outside."

"Have all their belongings been registered?"

"Registration is complete."

These mountain people only moved into the village last year. Apart from the distributed grain, a few furs they had hunted in the mountains, and a few broken pots, they had nothing else of value.

Zhao Mang felt a pang of bitterness. Life in the mountains was tough; some people toiled their whole lives just to make ends meet.

He wanted to plead for them, but didn't know how to say it.

Lin Yinan pretended not to see it. They wiped out the bandits and gave the village to all the mountain people who had no houses.

In the end, the people they sent were injured, and the cattle they had painstakingly raised were killed!

Ironically, the mountain people wanted to kill them to avenge the bandits!

It is because they are too kind that these mountain people keep taking advantage of them.

Since the mountain people are giving up their good lives, she will grant their wish!

Lin Yinan didn't give Zhao Mang a chance to speak. She whispered a few words in Yun Ming's ear, then got up and walked out. The wind blew up the black hem of her clothes, which was still dripping with blood.

"It's you, you vile little whore! Release my husband right now!"

An old woman with a dark complexion and gray hair saw Lin Yinan come out and started cursing at her.

"Slap!" A loud slap rang out, followed by Qianwu's crisp voice, "Pah! You old woman, your villagers almost hurt my lady, and you still have the nerve to curse here."

A woman knelt down before Lin Yinan, kowtowing repeatedly. "Merciful and kind lady, please save my husband! He's bleeding to death!"

"He wants to kill me, and you want me to save him?" Lin Yinan glanced at her coldly.

She stood there dressed in black, her cold eyes like those of a venomous snake, and a nauseating stench of blood emanated from her as a breeze swept by.

The woman seemed to have her throat choked, unable to utter a word, her eyes fixed on her with venom.

This is a classic story of the farmer and the snake.

Some mountain villagers protested, "We're living peacefully here, why are you disturbing us?"

Lin Yinan rolled her eyes helplessly, too lazy to even argue.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Qianwu, like a small cannon that had been lit, kept talking non-stop.

"Pah! Have some shame! This place was conquered by our son-in-law. What we do on our territory is none of your business!"

"But why are you letting us stay here?"

"Oh, so you think you can just stay here?"

In their back-and-forth exchange, Qianwu left everyone speechless.

Lin Yinan asked Zhao Mang beside her, "Is everyone here?"

"Some people ran away without even picking up their belongings."

Zhao Mang presented the booklet with both hands, and Lin Yinan took it, flipped through a few pages, and then closed it.

She turned to Yun Shiyi and said, "If you see any suspicious people in the mountains these next few days, kill them as bandits."

The mountain people were stunned by her words and, unable to argue with Qianwu, stared at her in disbelief.

"Lord City Lord, should these people's injuries be treated?" Zhao Mang asked, noticing that several people were still bleeding profusely.

Lin Yinan said, "There's no need for treatment. The fact that he survived means he wasn't meant to die."

She then highly praised the villagers who had helped and distributed the grain she had plundered from their homes to them.

Someone finally couldn't hold back any longer, shouting, "You heartless bastard, that's my family's grain! Why are you sharing it with others?"

"All of this was given to me by my wife."

"How are we supposed to live after this?!" The woman slapped her thighs and began to throw a tantrum on the ground.

"Then go die, since living is just a waste of food anyway."

Little Cannon Qianwu took to the field again, unleashing a barrage of attacks. The woman froze on the spot, half-lying on the ground, unsure whether to roll away or not.

The mountain sparrow stood to the side, her eyes shining. She had long wanted to curse these rude and unruly women in the village, but her father and mother always advised her that they were all from the same mountain background and that harmony was the most important thing.

Just then, Yun Ming and Chen Shi, whose neck was wrapped in gauze, moved a table and chair over. Wu Song, whose arm was in a sling, put paper, ink, brush and inkstone on it, and the guards brought tea.

Lin Yinan sat down, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

Setting down her cup, she glanced around at the diverse expressions on the faces of the crowd and announced loudly, "Now that we've finished discussing the rewards, let's talk about the punishments."

"To those of you who intend to rebel and harm me, in order to make amends for the losses, from this day forward, you must sign a ten-year indenture contract and work for me for ten years before you can redeem your freedom."

"You must work six hours a day and complete the work in the fields with high quality and quantity. We will provide you with two meals a day."

"The houses that were previously allocated to you will be taken back and you will be provided with other accommodations."

After listening, everyone looked at each other, and they all saw resentment in each other's eyes.

Someone in the crowd boldly asked, "What if we don't sign?"

"That's right! Can you force us?"

Lin Yinan smiled coldly and looked at the people who had spoken. "Raise your hand if you don't want to sign."

The mountain people didn't understand what she meant, and for a moment no one dared to raise their hands.

"Oh! Didn't you say there were people who wouldn't sign? Why aren't you raising your hands?" Her voice was unusually calm.

After a long while, amidst the noise and sobs, the two men slowly raised their hands.

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