"Back when I used to watch operas, those incorrigible villains who were paraded through the streets in shackles, the common folk would pelt their prison carts with rotten eggs and vegetable scraps. Why don't they do that anymore?" Mrs. Liu tilted her head curiously while standing by the roadside.

Yang Huamei glanced at Liu Shi and said angrily, "Is there a brain or an ass on your neck? You don't even think before you speak?"

“These days, everyone is struggling to even get enough vegetables to eat, let alone having eggs and greens to throw at each other?”

Liu was left speechless by Yang Huamei's scolding.

Pouting, he retorted, "I didn't ask you!" and then slipped away to the other side of the crowd to continue watching the commotion.

The women watched the prison van drive away, shouting after it until they couldn't see it anymore. Then they helped each other walk back.

While walking, he was still complaining about the Chen butcher's family, cursing their ancestors for eighteen generations.

But men are different.

As soon as the carriage set off, Yang Huazhong, along with Chang Geng and the others, brought their weapons and followed the route map provided by Yang Ruqing until they reached the valley where Chen Tuhu and his men were hiding.

In the valley, they found three tents. Inside the tents, they found dozens of kilograms of rice and half a wild boar.

"Take the rice back and weigh it when you get there. Divide it among everyone." Yang Huazhong said.

Back in the village, Yang Huazhong and his companions weighed the rice and found they had a full fifty kilograms.

Even half a wild pig weighed down, good fellow, it actually weighed over 150 pounds.

"Our village has seventy or eighty households, the largest in the surrounding ten to eight villages," Yang Huazhong said.

“Let’s bring thirty more jin of rice from home, making a total of eighty jin. Regardless of how many people are in each household, we'll distribute according to their accounts. Each household will receive one jin of rice and go back to cook porridge.”

"Two kilograms of wild boar meat, everyone come and line up to get rice and meat!"

As soon as this news came out, the whole village was bustling with excitement like it was Chinese New Year.

Everyone survived the ordeal and was very grateful to Yang Ruqing. They also received some rice and meat, although it wasn't a lot. But chopping the wild boar meat into mince and cooking it with rice in porridge, even a family of six could eat well for two days!

So, that day at midday, above Changping Village, the smoke from chimneys rose and danced in the air, while laughter could be heard coming from every household.

But there was one household that had no desire to eat.

That's right, that's Wangfu's house.

Also, Wang Fu was exiled to the county government on charges of conspiracy. Old Madam Xiao Qin cried in despair and collapsed onto her bed.

"Mother, don't cry anymore. Get up and have some congee, there's also minced meat porridge!"

Xia Qin walked to the bed with a bowl, carefully persuading.

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“My father-in-law is about to die, how could I possibly have the heart to eat congee?” Little Qin’s grandmother cried.

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Xiaoqin frowned, lightly biting her lip, and said, "Mother, father-in-law colluded with those bad people like Butcher Chen to do such things. Even if they were caught, they deserved it..."

"What did you say?"

Little Qin's grandmother suddenly turned around, her eyes, red from crying, stared at Little Qin.

“It’s not that just because she's not a daughter-in-law, she can't be a daughter-in-law. A daughter-in-law is really an outsider,” Xia Qin’s mother-in-law said.

"Because I consider you a close friend, and now your father-in-law is in trouble, you still have the heart to eat meat porridge? You are so heartless, you're destined not to be on the same side as us!"

Hearing her mother-in-law's words, Xiaqin felt so wronged that tears welled up in her eyes.

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"Mother, what does it mean for 'father-in-law to suffer misfortune'? This time, wasn't he the one causing trouble for others?"

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"You're defending him? He led a group to massacre our village, and we almost died!" Xiaqin asked in shock.

Little Qín's grandmother raised her hand and wiped away the tears and snot from her face, snarling at Little Qín: "Even if your father-in-law really is a wicked person who deserves to die, even if everyone in the village curses him and wishes him dead,"

"We can't just stand by either, we're family. Now that Daping is gone, your father-in-law is the pillar of our family!"

"Without him, we'll be orphans and widows, vulnerable to being bullied. You fool, you helped outsiders criticize your father-in-law! You heartless wretch!"

Xia Qin was scolded by her mother-in-law, being pointed at with a nose full of insults. She couldn't even raise her head.

She really wanted to impulsively tell everyone what Wangfu had done to her, but the words died in her throat.

"Mother, let's not talk about anything else for now. Please have some porridge first..."

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Xiaolin held the bowl of porridge in both hands and carefully brought it to her grandmother's side.

"Eat, eat, eat! I'd rather die than eat anything made by that poisoness!"

Little Qin's granny suddenly started yelling and, raising her hand, knocked over the bowl of congee onto the ground.

"Wow..."

Xiaopin's little daughter happened to be standing right there. There was a stool there, with a small wooden bowl belonging to a child on it.

A small wooden bowl also contained minced meat porridge. A little child held a small wooden spoon in their hand and stood in front of the stool, scooping bites of minced meat porridge into their mouth one by one.

At that moment, Old Mrs. Xiao Qin flung the entire bowl of meat porridge over with her hand, drenching half of it on the child.

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The child let out a heart-wrenching cry.

His hair, face, and chest were all covered in minced meat porridge.

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Steaming hot, still radiating heat, the child cried and stamped their feet on the ground, jumping with all their might.

"Er Ya!"

Xiao Qin's voice had changed, her face pale as she stumbled towards the child, frantically wiping the meat porridge from her face.

The child's nostrils were
full of , and so were their eyes. Their little face was flushed red.

"Er Ya, Er Ya!"

Xiaoqin was so distressed that tears streamed down her face. She held Er Ya in her arms, and Er Ya cried, gasping for breath.

Xiaqin also cried until she was short of breath, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do.

Xiaoqin's grandmother saw her granddaughter being scalded and was also startled, quickly getting up from the bed.

"My goodness, my child, how are you? Come quickly, don't cry anymore, go find Uncle Fu!" Little Qin's mother urged.

Xiaoqin just then came to her senses and hurriedly picked up the child, stumbling out of the door.

Yang Ruqing spent one night in the county town. The next afternoon, she returned to the village with Wang Hongtao and Baozhu.

"Our group of more than ten people accomplished something great, the county magistrate of Zou was very pleased and specially rewarded us."

“All the villagers who participated in the arrest of Butcher Chen the night before yesterday, ten taels of silver per person! Here is all the money, father. Go and gather all the people who came to help with the capture that night, I will distribute the silver to each of them!” Yang Ruqing said, placing a bundle on the table.

Soon, fifteen or sixteen family members came.

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Yang Ruqing distributed the silver one by one, eight liang per person. Everyone who received the silver was overjoyed.

“Just happened to run out of rice at home, these eight ounces of silver can be taken to the Wa market to buy eight dou of rice, which can last for more than a month!” Yuzhu said excitedly.

Others were also very happy.

Everyone was overjoyed after receiving their payment, and this made those who had come to watch the excitement envious.

Liu squeezed to Yang Ruqing's front and said, "Ruqing, can you give me some of this reward?"