The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

"Cough cough."

Linglong heard the voice and looked over with cold eyes.

Facing Linglong's distant and indifferent look, Wen Shanchu swallowed his saliva and said, "Madam Wang, we meet again."

She felt something was wrong last night. Since Wang Linglong entered Qingshan Town, her aura became calm and restrained. This was a sign of her martial arts skills.

Now that I saw it, I confirmed my guess, and I also knew that this was done intentionally by Wang Linglong.

Linglong was in a bad mood and didn't care what Wen Shanchu thought. She let go of Zi'an and pulled him behind her. She looked at Wen Shanchu and his voice was three times colder than usual.

"Mrs. Wen, you really do your duty."

It's only been a short time, and you're so impatient to check on her.

Feeling the cold air, Wen Shanchu lowered his head, straightened his back, and spoke in a respectful tone: "Madam Wang, we are here too early."

She rubbed the ring with her delicate fingertips and looked at Wen Shanchu. Her cold face showed no emotion. She said, "What? It's a blessing for common people like us that the daughter of the Wen family can work so hard for Nanling."

The conversation changed, and the tone was stern: "However, how should this woman who casually flirted with an unmarried man be dealt with according to the laws of Nanling?"

Wen Shanchu straightened his back and glanced at the fat woman who was still unconscious in the arms of a crying middle-aged man on the ground. He spoke loudly in an official tone: "According to the Nanling law, anyone who molests a decent woman or man shall be punished with a hundred lashes. In serious cases, he shall be punished with a comb."

Some literate scholars took a deep breath when they heard this, and their sympathetic eyes fell on the father and daughter who were still crying under the willow tree.

"Sister Ling, you've already beaten him, can you please let Song Eryang go for the sake of Taohua Village and because he saved you and your grandson?"

An old voice sounded at this critical moment. Some villagers who were quick-witted immediately thought of the unmarried girls and boys in the village, especially those villagers who were waiting to get married, and they were even more panicked.

If Song Eryang was arrested today and rumors spread, the reputation of their Taohua Village would be ruined.

Some villagers with bad tempers thought of this and looked at Wang Linglong with unfriendly eyes.

A middle-aged woman dressed like a scholar stepped forward and said, "Wang Linglong, you and your grandmother are able to live safely in Taohua Village, and we villagers are taking care of you. You can't be an ungrateful person."

Zi'an, who had been standing obediently behind Linglong, became angry when he heard this. He leaned half of his body out from behind Linglong and glared at the person who was speaking.

"Song Chengcai, don't think that just because you are a virgin girl, you can confuse right and wrong with your mouth! Think about it with your conscience, have the people in the village really helped our family?"

Ever since he came to Taohua Village, everyone avoided him like the plague and scorpion, and openly or secretly disliked his family. If it were not far from the village center, he believed that someone would do something dirty in front of his house in the middle of the night.

Linglong tilted her head and looked at the funny boy beside her, a look of doting flashed across her eyes.

When Song Chengcai heard this, he looked at the person who spoke with a red face and a thick neck. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, his pupils contracted for a moment, and then the expression on his face began to change.

Song Chengcai, who felt that he had lost face because of his status as a student, actually debated with a slave. He showed disdain in his eyes: "You are just a little boy, I won't argue with you. Wang Linglong and the others fled here, this is a fact."

Zi'an wanted to say something, but Linglong pinched his wrist and said, "You must be thirsty. Eat some fruit first."

As she spoke, a small bag of leaves appeared in her hand under her exquisite sleeves.

After putting the leaf bag in Zi'an's hand, he looked at Song Chengcai who was speaking and said calmly, "Tongsheng, you have more power than the county government? You have more say than the law?"

This one sentence made Song Chengcai's face change. Indeed, where a person settles down is not something that can be decided by a village.

Thinking of this, he looked with some fear at Wen Shanchu, who was dressed elegantly and had a solemn expression.

Listening to Linglong's words and looking at the tempting red fruits with water droplets still on them in his hand, Zi'an's eyebrows curved. He picked one up with his fingertips and put it in his mouth. The sour and sweet taste was his favorite.

Seeing this, Linglong's eyebrows flashed with tenderness, and her calm eyes looked at the woman who was comforting herself and kept silent, and continued: "Let's not talk about the public first. When I went to Taohua Village with my grandmother, I didn't take care of you, but the grandmother gave your old village chief 100 taels of silver as a relief for the village."

The implication was that the village had never taken care of them, and their family had spent a hundred taels of silver as resettlement money, so Wang Linglong's family did not owe Taohua Village anything.

Indeed, ever since arriving in Taohua Village, she had been seriously ill. Grandma Wang knelt down and begged many families from morning till night, but no one came out to lend a helping hand.

Helping is a favor, not helping is her duty. She will not blame any family, but she will not let anyone who pulls her down go.

As soon as these words fell, there were gasps all around.

On the side, Zi'an, who was eating berries, began to get excited after hearing this. One hundred taels of silver, in this remote mountain village, is enough for an ordinary family to live on for ten years.

Fang Tianzhi, who was suppressed not far away, heard this and struggled violently, shouting, "Wang Linglong, you are talking nonsense, you are lying."

Linglong was too lazy to argue with her. She looked at the old ladies in the crowd and said, "Elders, please go to the ancestral hall to take a look at the records."

After hearing this, the eyes of several elders who were skeptical suddenly lit up. Yes, if villagers want to donate money or other valuables to the village, they must have three witnesses.

Fang Tianzhi, who was originally angry, felt his head buzzing, his eyes went dark and he almost fainted when he heard Linglong's last sentence.

That old fellow Song Deqing left such a big hole for her after his death. She was not so panicked even when he was in prison because she believed that someone would come to rescue her. But in Taohua Village, her family could not withstand the investigation and the villagers would kill her.

One of the elders saw that Wang Linglong did not seem to be faking it, so he asked, "Who is the elder who gave you the proof?"

Linglong: "Song Deqing."

The elder nodded, "Song Deqing has passed away, so we can only go to the ancestral hall to see him! If Sister Ling has anything to do, go and deal with it first."

Seeing that the new yamen runners seemed to be familiar with Wang Linglong, she did not dare to ask Wang Linglong to go with them.

Linglong nodded, this was exactly what she thought.

After receiving the answer, the elder looked at the surrounding villagers and asked, "Do you agree to open the ancestral hall?"

The ancestral hall in a village is dedicated to the ancestors. Except for weddings and funerals, it will not be opened easily because it will disturb the ancestors.

But, considering that it was a hundred taels of silver, how many taels of silver could each family get on average?

A woman with rolling eyes stood up and said loudly: "Elder, we agree to open the ancestral hall."