The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

Seeing that there was no way to get what she wanted, Mrs. Zhang sat on the ground crying, slapping her thigh and cursing.

"It's so unfair! The whole village came to bully my Zhang family! The Lin family is so evil and rotten that they used bad medicinal seedlings to trick my Zhang family into breaking off the relationship! They made my Zhang family spend all their assets, and now we have nothing, everything! The money is gone, the crops we planted are gone, my son and daughter-in-law are making a fuss about dividing the family, and I can't live anymore!"

"Since you want to drive me to death and not let me live, well, I will die in your yard. Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!!"

As she said this, Mrs. Zhang stood up and lowered her head to rush towards the encirclement.

The crowd was so annoyed by her move that they had to use their hands to hold her head. The villagers of Yuxi were so angry that they cursed at her from time to time.

Old man Zhang looked through the gaps in the crowd at the Lin family who were separated at the back. There were red veins floating in his dark eyeballs and his eyes were chillingly cold.

In a moment, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hatchet in the hand of a Yuxi villager opposite him, and pulled it towards his neck, "You Yuxi villagers are so arrogant, you put the knife on my neck! My Zhang family is almost broken up, and the hatred with the Lin family cannot be eliminated! Either I die or they die!"

The one whose knife was pulled was Li Fugui. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He was angry and anxious. He held on to the handle of the knife desperately to avoid cutting the old man's neck. "Hey, hey, hey, are you sick? If you miss, just cut yourself with the knife in your hand. Why are you trying to hurt me? Why are you trying to grab my knife? I'm not the only one holding a knife. Go grab Wang Quan's sickle. His sickle is the sharpest!"

Wang Quan holding a sickle, "???" Li Fugui, you bastard!

Seeing this, Zhang Shiming rolled his eyes. Not only did he not stop his parents, but he raised his voice and shouted, "This hatred is hard to let go! The people of Yuxi Village are protecting the evil and acting arrogantly. We will fight to the death, even if we become ghosts, we will haunt them!"

The Zhang family members echoed, "Fight to the death! Who is afraid of who!"

There was an old woman who wanted to bang her head against the wall, an old man who wanted to kill himself with a knife, and a bastard who didn't mind making trouble and wanted to drive his parents and clansmen to death. The encirclement was a mess.

The Yuxi villagers who were just ready to fight now have to protect each other's heads and necks. What a bullshit!

The Zhang family’s strange things were the only ones they had ever seen in their lives!

"enough!"

Seeing that the farce was getting out of control, Mrs. Lin shouted, looking directly at Old Man Zhang's gloomy eyes, "You said that my Lin family was harming you. Fine! Let's go to the government office together later and speak out your grievances in front of the officials. If my Lin family is in the wrong, we will accept any punishment from the government office! But if it's not my Lin family's fault, then my Lin family will sue you Zhang family for slandering me at will. The grievances and losses my Lin family has suffered must also be compensated by you Zhang family!"

The Zhang family's old couple glanced at each other quickly and became even more noisy. "You can only be stubborn now! When the government officials come, don't be scared! Whoever is scared is not a son of a mother!"

If they really had to go to the government for judgment, they knew that the responsibility would not be entirely on the Lin family. They could only say that the money spent by the family was their own fault and could not be blamed on the Lin family.

But they don't need to worry about this at all. Even if this didn't happen, the Lin family would not be able to escape!

It was early in the morning, the sun was scorching, and the Lin family's yard was bustling with activity.

The courtyard was so noisy that no one noticed that a carriage had arrived outside.

Until a voice with authority came, revealing a faint sense of oppression that only superior people have, "What are you doing?"

Everyone in the yard turned their heads to look, and suddenly everything became quiet. Even the Zhang family, who were as calm as a dead pig, calmed down their expressions.

At the gate of the courtyard, an old lady in a dark navy brocade skirt with embroidered flowers, with jade hairpins and kingfisher feathers in her hair, stood there with her hands folded in front of her, frowning and looking indifferent, exuding nobility and dignity.

People dare not act rashly in front of her.

"Is this the Lin family that grows the herb?" Nanny Du glanced at the mess in the yard, without showing any emotion, and asked again.

Mrs. Lin subconsciously patted the dust off the corners of her clothes, then stepped forward and replied stiffly, "Old lady Lin, my family does grow Hundred-Angle Grass, I wonder where the old lady is from?"

Hearing the reply, the seriousness on Madam Du's face faded a little, and a look of joy appeared on her face, which also relieved the oppressive feeling around her. She said to Mrs. Lin, "Wait a moment," and then walked quickly to the carriage, "Madam, we have arrived at the Lin family! Guard Mo was right when he asked, it is this family that grows the Hundred-Angle Grass!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage curtain was opened from the inside, and a graceful lady walked down from the carriage with the help of someone. "Quick, ask someone to make tea! Qing'er has been waiting for too long!"

"Yes, I'll go right away!" Madam Du responded, and said to the two men who had jumped off the carriage and were waiting on the side, "Carry the young master down first, be careful!"

Separated by a courtyard gate, people outside the gate talk and act in an orderly yet chaotic manner, but the words they say seem a bit indifferent to others' lives and deaths.

The people inside the door looked at each other, completely confused by the situation.

Even if the country folk have little experience, they can tell that the people outside are either rich or noble.

Not to mention the rare carriage, just look at the people who got out of the carriage, each of them looked very noble.

In addition to the two noble ladies of different ages, there was also a middle-aged man carrying a medicine box, and a heroic man with a sword hanging around his waist!

Is this a configuration that ordinary people can have?

"Aunt, what distinguished guest has come to your house again?" Mrs. Li, with her hair loosened by the quarrel with Mrs. Zhang, asked quietly while leaning on Mrs. Lin with her elbow.

Mrs. Lin turned her head and looked at her, bewildered. How did she know?

The house is in a mess and hasn't been resolved yet, and now someone else comes.

Could it be true as the old Taoist priest said, that their family had dug up the grave of their unlucky ancestor in their dreams?

"Master, I'm sorry, it's really urgent. We came from the capital city and urgently need your Hundred-phase Herb to save people! I'll explain the details to you later. Do you have any Hundred-phase Herb in your house? Can you make us a pot of Hundred-phase Tea? We have come here after a long journey. Our young master is not feeling well and needs a place to stay. Can we get him a place to lie down in your house first?"

Madam Du usually does things in a steady and reliable manner. This time, she was really anxious and didn't care about the complicated etiquette. She spoke like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, and she spoke quickly and urgently. While speaking, she took out a bag of silver from her sleeve pocket and stuffed it into Mrs. Lin's hand, "This silver is for temporary payment. If it's not enough, we can make up for it later. Is that okay?"

Mrs. Lin had no idea how to react and subconsciously pushed the silver bag back. When her eyes suddenly fell on the face of the young boy who was carried out of the car by Yingwu Zi, she was stunned.

The little boy, who looked to be about eight or nine years old, was either asleep or fainted. In the sunlight, his delicate face was so pale that you could clearly see the dense purple blood vessels beneath his skin.

"Everyone, my family is in a mess right now. The government will come to arrest people soon. I really can't entertain you. If you come in, you will inevitably be implicated--"

Mrs. Lin pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and turned to walk towards the kitchen. "I still have some tea left from the morning. Bring it to the young master. If you need it, you can pick some of the angelica grass planted in the yard. No need for silver. If there are guests, I can still provide a pot of tea."

Mrs. Li wanted to catch someone but failed, and she stomped her feet in anger.

If someone asks you to use Baixiang Tea to save their life, then you should give them the tea. But if you fail to save the person, you will be asking for trouble again!

This silly woman!