Transmigrated as a Peasant Girl with Prophetic Dreams: Using My Space to Become the Richest Person - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: The Old Yang Family Returns

Huang Zhongcai looked at the villagers with a heavy gaze, then turned toward the County Magistrate. “Lord Magistrate, there are people here spreading malicious rumors.”

The distribution of wolf meat had been the Magistrate’s idea. He was present on the scene, sitting under a large tree not far away, watching the joy on the villagers’ faces with satisfaction. Hearing someone call out to him, he looked toward the source.

Huang Zhongcai walked up and bowed respectfully. “Lord Magistrate, I ask for your justice.”

The Magistrate frowned. “What is the matter?”

“Lord Magistrate, there are several individuals spreading slanders, claiming my sister and brother-in-law intentionally lured the wolf pack down the mountain.”

The Magistrate’s face darkened instantly. “What? Such a thing occurred?”

“Yes. It’s those few over there.” Huang Zhongcai pointed toward the group, who were already trembling with fear.

The Magistrate immediately ordered his men to seize them. The villagers who had been gossiping were scared witless; being dragged before the official made their legs shake like leaves.

“Was it you who slandered Yang San, claiming he lured the wolves?”

The group fell to their knees with a heavy thud. “Lord Magistrate, we know we were wrong! We spoke without thinking. Please, Lord, forgive us just this once!”

The Magistrate’s voice was cold. “You are truly ungrateful. Do you know what would have happened to the people on the mountain without Yang San’s warning? And once those wolves were done there, could you guarantee they wouldn’t have descended upon the village? Do you think you would still be alive to eat meat today?”

“Ingrates! You want meat? Hmph!”

In the end, not only did these people receive no meat, but the Magistrate also ordered them to be flogged for spreading rumors and inciting trouble. Watching them lose their meat and gain a beating, the rest of the villagers felt a sense of justice. Those “shit-stirrers” who always tried to ruin the village’s unity finally got what was coming to them.

Among the crowd, Yang the Eldest (Yang San’s oldest brother) felt a surge of relief that he hadn’t joined in the gossip. Otherwise, he would have been the one being beaten. However, he noted that Qian Yue’e’s “brother” was no pushover—turning a simple spat into a legal matter before the Magistrate.

First that crazy brat Yang Xue, and now this guy, he thought bitterly. Are we really going to just let Yang San’s family live the good life? No. Yang San’s money should belong to us.

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The Greed of the Old Yangs

After Yang the Eldest and Yang Chunlin returned home and told Old Man Yang the situation, the old man was furious. The family was still scheming on how to get their hands on the reward Yang Xue had received. Because most of the village now sided with Yang San, the Old Yang family was isolated and didn’t even know that Yang San had already used his money to buy land.

Meanwhile, at the fields, Huang Zhongcai and Huang Zhongqing arrived with twenty pounds of meat. The villagers had seen them receive the double portion and had no objections; it was Yang San’s well-earned reward.

Qian Yue’e looked at the pile of meat with a mix of joy and worry. She was happy they wouldn’t lack food, but worried that the scorching weather would rot the meat quickly. Usually, they would salt it, but they didn’t have enough salt for such a large amount.

“Mom, take the meat back and preserve it,” Yang Xue suggested. “In this heat, it’ll stink by afternoon.”

“I’ll do my best,” Qian Yue’e nodded. “But we’re short on salt.”

“Cut off two or three pounds for tonight’s dinner,” Yang Xue said. “We’ll eat that fresh. As for the rest, use what salt we have and hang it up to dry in the sun.”

After Qian Yue’e left with the meat, the rest of the group returned to the back-breaking work of clearing the field. Looking at the vast, overgrown expanse, Yang Xue’s head ached. Tonight, I’m definitely sneaking down here with the machinery from the Space to get this done, she promised herself.

A while later, Yang Xue looked up to check their progress, only to see a large group of people marching toward them. Her eyes narrowed.

It was the Old Yang family. The entire clan had mobilized.

Yang Shuang and the others saw them too, their expressions turning grim. Huang Zhongqing, noticing the change, asked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

“Little Aunt,” Yang Yu whispered, “the bad people are here. We need to get ready for a fight.”

Huang Zhongqing looked over and recognized several of them—the ones who had tried to steal their food on the first day she and her brother arrived. They got beaten once and they still dare to come back? I’ll make sure my brother sends them crawling home this time.

The clan arrived: Old Man Yang, the Eldest brother with his three children, the Second brother, Sun Qiuping with her four children… Everyone was there. Sun Qiuping hadn’t wanted to come, but she knew Old Man Yang would target her if she refused. She had already decided that if a fight broke out, she’d take her kids and hide. Her children, raised with her better values, didn’t want to be there either, but they had to obey the patriarch.

“Where are Yang San and Qian Yue’e?” Old Man Yang barked. “Tell them to get out here!”

Yang Shuang stood up, shielding Yang Xue and the younger ones. “Grandpa, what do you want with my parents?”

Old Man Yang let out a cold snort. “Is it your place to speak to me? Go fetch your parents, now!”

At the building site, Yang San and Huang Zhongcai were busy with the hut and hadn’t noticed the confrontation yet.