Transmigrated as a Peasant Girl with Prophetic Dreams: Using My Space to Become the Richest Person - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Distributing the Meat

After checking in on the situation at the camp, Yang Xue was truly exhausted. “Let’s sleep,” she said. “We can talk about everything else tomorrow.”

By the time they actually laid down, there wasn’t much time left before dawn.

“Alright, let’s sleep.”

Knowing the wolf threat had been neutralized, the family finally fell into a peaceful slumber. Yang Xue was so tired that her eyes hadn’t been closed for a second before she was meeting the God of Dreams. The rest of the family followed suit; after a day of back-breaking labor and a night of high-tension nerves, the sudden relaxation made them drop off instantly.

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A Change of Plans

The next morning, the family uncharacteristically slept in.

When Huang Zhongcai and Huang Zhongqing arrived, they saw no movement from the cave. They considered starting breakfast and lunch for the family, but realized the grain was kept inside the cave. Not wanting to intrude, they simply waited outside.

The siblings had heard the commotion the night before—the rising and falling howls had been far too loud to ignore. Neither had slept well, but as servants, no matter how tired they were, they had to be up and ready for orders.

As they waited, a villager came running up. He blinked upon seeing the siblings, then remembered hearing that Yang San had relatives visiting.

“Is Yang San in?”

“He is.”

The man shouted toward the cave, “Yang San! Yang San!”

The family woke up to the noise, and Yang San hurried out.

“Get ready quickly!” the villager said. “Go back to the village to get your share of the meat.”

Yang San looked blank for a moment. “Meat? What meat?”

The man laughed. “What else? Wolf meat! There are over twenty wolves; everyone’s getting a good portion. Hurry up and get to the village. I’ve got other houses to notify!”

As he left, Qian Yue’e and Yang Shuang emerged.

“We need to go to the village for the meat,” Yang San told them.

Qian Yue’e nodded. “Fine. You go handle that, and I’ll take the children to the fields first.”

“Wait,” Yang Xue cut in as she walked out. “Dad, don’t go. Let Little Uncle and Little Aunt go instead.”

She turned to Huang Zhongcai and Huang Zhongqing. “You two go to the village to collect the meat. Just say you’re from Yang San’s house. If anyone tries to cause trouble, don’t be polite.”

“Understood,” Huang Zhongcai replied.

Yang Xue was worried that if Yang San went alone and ran into the “Old Yang” family, he wouldn’t be able to handle them. If they snatched the meat, she’d have to go through the trouble of getting it back. It was safer to send Huang Zhongcai; it would also let the villagers know her family had a formidable protector.

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Back to the Fields

As the family headed down to the fields, many villagers greeted them with friendly smiles.

“Yang San, I heard you were the one who warned the Village Head again. You saved everyone’s lives!”

“Yang San, aren’t you going to the village for meat? Why are you here?”

Yang San gave a shy smile. “The kids’ uncle and aunt went to get it.”

“Oh, so those were the relatives! I see.”

By the time they reached their land, Yang San had answered the same questions a dozen times.

Yang Xue told them she was going to “retrieve” the tools from where she hid them and headed into the small woods. Yang San followed. Yang Xue moved faster, ducking behind the bushes to pull the tools from her Space. By the time her father arrived, the tools were already lying quietly on the ground.

Today, Yang San began constructing the thatched hut while the others continued weeding. They had cleared most of the surface grass yesterday; now they needed to clear the stones and dig out the stubborn roots of small saplings.

Yang Xue looked at the sky. It was around nine in the morning, and the sun was already scorching. She estimated that after a full day of sun, the cleared weeds would be dry enough to burn by evening. If they tilled tomorrow, they could likely sow the seeds the day after.

However, her vision of progress was a bit too optimistic. Picking up stones alone took an eternity. After half a day, they had only cleared a tiny patch. At this rate, today would be entirely dedicated to clearing rocks.

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The Confrontation in the Village

Huang Zhongcai and his sister returned with twenty pounds of meat.

Normally, each household received ten pounds, but because of Yang San’s merit in providing the warning, the County Magistrate and the Village Head decided to give him double. The Magistrate had also promised a separate reward, though he was still considering what it should be.

The men who fought the wolves had returned to the village with vivid, terrifying stories of the night. When the meat was distributed, and the Village Head mentioned Yang San’s role, most villagers felt a deep sense of gratitude.

Of course, there were the ungrateful ones—specifically the Old Yang family and a few others who had always looked down on Yang San. Some even started a conspiracy theory, whispering that Yang San had lured the wolves down on purpose.

“If he didn’t lure them, how did he know they were coming?” one man grumbled.

These “brainless” comments were quickly shut down by others. “If you hate Yang San so much, have the guts to give up your share of the wolf meat!”

“The wolves weren’t killed by Yang San,” the man argued stubbornly. “Why shouldn’t we take it?”

The surrounding villagers laughed at the sheer shamelessness. Huang Zhongcai, standing in line, heard every word. He walked straight toward the men, his expression dark and menacing.

“Do you have evidence?” he asked coldly.

The men stammered, “What?”

“You said my brother-in-law lured the wolves down,” Huang Zhongcai towered over them, making them visibly nervous. “Do you have evidence?”

The villagers nearby shook their heads. If Yang San could command wild beasts to attack on a schedule, he’d be in the Imperial City by now, not living a hard life in a mountain village. These people really would say anything to slander someone.