Chapter 27 Who Will Report This? [Bonus Chapter]
The accountant was furious. After calming himself down, he said sternly, "Where did this ugly woman come from? Just because she has the strength of a bull, she dares to hit someone from the Chen family. Don't you know that this area of dozens of miles around belongs to the Chen family?"
Haha, I told you to increase your charm points, and now people are saying you're ugly—
"Shut up!" Guan Zhiwei was annoyed and kicked the guard twice more.
"Hey, you dare to scold me!" the accountant retorted.
The village chief was sweating profusely. His original intention was to help Doctor Guan gain the Chen family's favor and have a bright future. Now, instead of securing a future, he had offended a powerful figure.
"Don't step on them, Doctor Guan! Stop right now!" He urged Guan Zhiwei urgently to stop, release the guards, and let the matter drop.
Guan Zhiwei waved her hand, telling the village chief to calm down, and then asked the accountant, "Do you know that this bearskin is mine?"
“Yours? Even this mountain belongs to my husband. It’s just that he’s a kind man and didn’t fence it off, so you can still go up the mountain to pick some fruit.”
"That makes sense."
Guan Zhiwei clapped her hands, suddenly realizing something, and thought to herself: "Then you can just reason with the bear and make it shed its skin for you. After all, the whole mountain belongs to your husband."
"What sharp teeth! I'll go and report to the master right now, and he'll punish you lowly commoners severely!" The accountant gritted his teeth, pointing at them, his hands trembling.
"Dr. Guan is not from our village. She just came to treat the illness. We'll let her go. Please be merciful and don't be angry." The village chief was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground with a thud, and the other onlookers also knelt down and begged for mercy.
"Dr. Guan, you can't press on it! That's a guard from the Chen family!" Da Shu said anxiously, clutching his wound.
Hei Lao Er hesitated, he was also afraid, but he felt that Guan Zhiwei had a plan and that the other party would not listen to anything he said.
For the people who were born and raised in Xiahe Village, the words of the Chen family carried more weight than the emperor's orders.
All eyes were on Guan Zhiwei, filled with anxiety, sorrow, and numbness.
Guan Zhiwei thought to herself, "These people are timid. I shouldn't scare them."
First, release these bastards. Then, I'll ride out at full speed, find a secluded spot, tie them up, interrogate them to find out where the Chen family's granary is, and then steal it. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
So she lifted her foot and kicked all those things away, like kicking a ball.
"How dare you be so rude!" The accountant was so angry that his chest heaved. He was using the prestigious Chen family name, and yet he had been humiliated by a nobody. How could he ever face anyone again?
“Mr. Han, we can’t beat this woman. She’s acting strangely. Let’s retreat for now and come back when we have more men.” The guard limped over and whispered in his ear.
Although he wanted to whisper, his voice was quite loud and not quiet at all, so everyone heard him.
Mr. Han blushed, hating these brainless brutes. He glared at them and turned to leave.
I'm so angry about leaving like this.
He walked around the village, but his anger hadn't subsided. Even after beating up two or three households, robbing them of their precious rice, and watching them wail and cry, he still couldn't quell his anger.
The group of peasants surrounding him, seeing him utterly humiliated and his blank, dumbfounded expression, only fueled their anger.
His eyes darted around, and a wicked thought crossed his mind. He grabbed the village head and asked in a sinister tone, "This young woman surnamed Guan, is she distributing meat soup to the people?"
"It's used for treating illnesses." The village chief clearly had some knowledge.
The accountant sneered, "I've never heard of using meat broth to cure illness. She's clearly conducting unauthorized disaster relief. The imperial court has decreed that anyone who dares to conduct unauthorized disaster relief is considered a traitor! Who are her accomplices? Not a single one of them can escape!"
The imperial court forbids anyone from providing disaster relief privately. If you interfere in matters the court doesn't care about, what about the court's reputation? You've won over the people's hearts; what are you going to do with them?
It should be understood that the lives, honors, and disgraces of the common people depend entirely on the imperial court in order to achieve the state of "thunder and rain, all are the grace of Heaven".
Of course, this law targeted powerful and wealthy merchants; a chivalrous figure like Guan Zhiwei wouldn't be considered guilty of treason. But the accountant could manipulate things; he could portray Guan Zhiwei as a ruthless and wicked powerful figure, bringing him to justice.
"Whoever reports this, I will reward him with a bushel of grain."
The surroundings were completely silent.
A bushel of grain, mixed with some wild grass, tree bark, and wild chestnuts, boiled into a thin broth, might sustain one for three to five months, perhaps offering a chance to survive.
This is not just a bushel of grain; it is a life, a way to survive.
The big tree looked down at its son, who was skin and bones, with only a large belly.
He gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
"No, it's not for disaster relief, it's for treating illness. Bear meat can improve eyesight and clear heat. I heard a barefoot doctor say that."
The tree opened its mouth tremblingly; its wounds had not fully healed, and with the slightest movement, its face turned deathly pale.
"I've heard of that too," the village chief said, forcing a smile.
"Yes, yes, it's for treating illnesses. I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and I felt better after drinking two doses of herbal medicine."
"The soup also contains honeysuckle, which is used for medicinal purposes."
"Medical books mention using meat as medicine; herbs are medicine, and meat medicine is also medicine!"
The villagers were instantly ignited with enthusiasm, talking all at once and resolutely denying that it was disaster relief.
Upon hearing this, the accountant exclaimed, "Good heavens! You actually dare to go against me? A bunch of lowly peasants who can't stand up to anyone dare to challenge a cultured man like me!"
He immediately flew into a rage, grabbed the sixty-something-year-old village chief and slapped him across the face, then kicked him to the ground.
"Say it again, is this disaster relief or selling medicine?"
The village chief dared not fight back, nor even dodge. He closed his eyes, waiting to be beaten, his white beard trembling incessantly: "It's healing, it's healing! Doctor Guan is a miracle doctor."
The accountant was humiliated and flew into a rage. He raised his leg and kicked the accountant, but no one dared to stop him. They could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
Dogtooth clenched his fists angrily, wanting to throw a punch. But he didn't dare. He sadly realized that he didn't have Xiao Guan's strength or courage.
He was afraid of the accountant, afraid of the four strong men behind the accountant, and afraid that he might cause a major disaster that he couldn't handle.
Only Atu was young and didn't have so many thoughts. Seeing the village chief who loved him being whipped, he felt sad and ran forward to stop him: "Don't hit people! Don't hit people!"
The accountant grabbed him and threw him to the ground, his face contorted with malice.
Dogtooth lunged forward and caught Atu, scraping his skin in the process.
"Ah—" Atu was startled and cried loudly.
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