Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

He huffed and puffed, "That old bastard is shameless. Where is his favoritism going?"

Upon hearing the voices, Xiong Bufan stared intently at the village chief with her emotionless eyes. Tilting her head, she seemed to have discovered something amusing and began to grin.

The village chief was so frightened that he took a step back. Seeing that the village chief was only trying to persuade Xiong Bufan and had no intention of standing up for her, the old woman quickly said, "Village chief, you must stand up for us!"

"That stinky nun hit Daqiang, and she hit me too! I can't live like this anymore!"

Why would the fourth brother's wife put herself in a fight with this thing that she didn't even know was human or ghost? The village chief leaned on his cane, pondering what to do next. This wasn't like years ago; killing someone was illegal and would affect the election of the village chief.

The sixth son's wife, Zhao Hui, has always been at odds with the fourth son's family. Daqiang didn't have to spend any money to get married, but her own son, Dali, even received a dowry of 2,000 yuan. She usually sees An Qingnuan being submissive to Daqiang. Although she can't give birth to a son, she is still much better than her own lazy daughter-in-law. Now that the fourth son's wife is being beaten, she deserves it.

"Fourth Sister-in-law, what are you saying? Daqiang's wife was almost beaten to death. It's a miracle she can stand up now. How can you say she hit you?"

The old lady immediately became unhappy, "Who hit her? She bumped into it herself."

Xiong Bufan's eyes darted back and forth between Zhao Hui, the old lady, and the village chief. Finally, he said confidently, "Old man, take your two concubines and leave. No, leave that old woman behind. She still has to cook for me." His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear him clearly.

One sentence successfully angered three people and caused a stir among the onlookers. Before the village chief could say anything, Zhao Hui rushed up, cursing loudly, spitting all over Xiong Bufan's face, "You little slut..."

Xiong Bufan wiped the drool off his face and slapped Zhao Hui across the face. "Stop talking nonsense. I'm hungry. I want to eat."

Watching Xiong Bufan's actions, Kongkong said, "Bufan, are you avenging the original owner? I remember Zhao Hui used to steal a lot of things from the original owner. If the original owner couldn't get anything, he would go home and get scolded."

"No, she was filthy, she spit in my face. I was just returning her spit."

Zhao Hui rushed over and tried to grab Xiong Bufan's hair. Xiong Bufan had never had the habit of hitting women, so he kicked her, sending Zhao Hui flying three meters away.

Seeing Xiong Bufan hitting someone, Zhao Hui's son Cui Tai rushed out. It has to be admitted that the people in this village are quite filial; they rush out as soon as their mother is beaten, only to be beaten again.

Xiong Bufan kicked Cui Tai to the ground, grabbed Cui Tai's leg, and used him as a weapon to throw him to the ground. In the process, he also accidentally injured the village chief, who was over fifty years old, and an adult who was standing at the door watching the commotion and did not have time to run away. The remaining children were so frightened that they cried loudly.

Although Cui Tai was used as a weapon, he was still seriously injured, his face inexplicably bruised and swollen, and his leg dislocated by Xiong Bufan. "Stop making so much noise, if you cry again I'll eat you up," Xiong Bufan threatened, throwing Cui Tai aside.

The village chief and the others glared angrily at the old woman, feeling that she had actually schemed against her relatives to get beaten up. The man, however, was indignant, believing that he had been ambushed and that's why Xiong Bufan had knocked him down.

The men scrambled to their feet, muttering curses under their breath. They grabbed the sticks used to herd cattle and started hitting Xiong Bufan. Xiong Bufan, having studied martial arts for a few years, dodged the blows and kicked one of the men in the groin. With a "smack," blood flowed down his pants.

The others lying on the ground instinctively clutched their groins. The man's mother rushed over, "Son, are you alright?" Not daring to provoke Xiong Bufan, she forcefully attacked the old woman, "Liu Jianping, you have to pay compensation! Look at the state my son has been in!"

The old woman was lying on the ground pretending to be dead. It was that stinky nun who beat him up; what business was it of hers?

The village chief, leaning on his cane, got up. "Daqiang's wife, why are you hitting me? If anything happens to my old bones, you'll go to jail."

"I'll come to your house for dinner."

Xiong Bufan had just heard that the village chief's wife had gone home to cook, and that it should be ready by now. He figured he could go eat now, so he turned to leave.

Kongkong quickly said, "Child, child, Brother Cui hasn't eaten yet!"

Having a child is such a hassle. Xiong Bufan had just stepped out of the yard when he turned back. The person lying on the ground began to think about whether he had offended her before. After thinking it over, it seemed that everyone in the village had bullied her. Some had stood by and watched her die, some had gossiped behind her back, and some had ruined her reputation.

Everyone thought Xiong Bufan would go back and beat them up, so they cowered in fear.

Xiong Bufan didn't even glance at them, went straight back into the house, and came out with a child on his shoulder, swaggering out of the yard.

The people left in the courtyard lying on the ground pretending they couldn't get up, until Xiong Bufan walked out of the courtyard. Cui Er mustered up his courage and walked towards the village chief, "Brother, what should we do now?"

"Whatever, do you think we can beat her?"

Cui San said, "Brother, are we just going to let that little wench beat us up for nothing?"

The village chief glanced at him and said coolly, "Call the police? Then tell me, when the police arrive, will they arrest us first or her?"

Everyone saw what Xiong Bufan looked like. If the police came, Xiong Bufan wouldn't be punished, and the village chief might even be dismissed. The village chief stood up, catching his breath, and said, "This is Daqiang's family matter. Everyone, please don't get involved. Let's all disperse."

The village chief represents the authority of the village. Land allocation, herding, and children's schooling all depend on the village chief. Although the villagers are not convinced, the village chief has spoken, and it is mealtime, so they can only go home.

Before leaving, everyone glared at Liu Jianping. The woman who had lent Liu Jianping things went into the house to take her own things back, and secretly stole a few eggs or bowls.

Liu Jianping ran back to his room and guarded his belongings, shouting, "You're not allowed to steal my things! Don't you have any yourself? You shameless old bastards!"

Zhao Hui spat at her, "You're the old hag! You can't even teach your daughter-in-law properly, and you still have the nerve to criticize us."

The village chief limped home with his cane and saw his wife entertaining Xiong Bufan and Cui Di with a meal. Xiong Bufan was holding a rice cooker and shoveling rice into his mouth with a spatula, as if he had been starving for a long time.

When the village chief's wife saw him return, she quietly left the house and asked, "Husband, what happened? How did Daqiang's wife get beaten like this? Daqiang is really outrageous!"

"Don't worry about this. Once Daqiang's wife has finished eating, tell her to take Cui Di back home as soon as possible."

The village chief was reluctant to speak, and his wife didn't ask any further questions. She turned around and went back into the house to serve the food. It was all a tragic fate. It was just a pity for Cui Di's child.

Xiong Bufan sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), eating such delicious food for the first time. The food in his previous world was also fragrant, but it didn't have much flavor.

In this world, food can actually be seasoned with salt and other condiments. Thinking about this, Xiong Bufan ate a few more bites of food.

The food on the table was completely looted. The village chief's grandson, Cui Hongfa, was still hungry, and there was nothing left to serve in the kitchen. Cui Hongfa just stared blankly at Xiong Bufan.

Xiong Bufan didn't care about any of that and licked the plate clean again. The village chief's wife looked displeased and said, "Daqiang's wife, you should go home after you finish eating, otherwise Daqiang will be angry again if you go home late."

"it is good."

Cui Hongfa sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) holding a bowl. He was a picky eater, but that didn't mean he didn't want to eat. Now that his aunt had eaten all the food, he was still very hungry. Thinking of this, Cui Hongfa pouted and burst into tears, "Grandma, I'm hungry."

The village chief's wife quickly went over and hugged the child, saying, "Don't cry, my dear grandson. Grandma will steam some fragrant and soft chicken cake for you in a little while. It's just for you."

Thinking of the taste of sponge cake, Cui Hongfa cried even louder, wanting more delicious food.

"Grandma, how about I stir-fry some cured pork for you in a bit?"

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Cui Hongfa stopped crying, hiccuped, and said, "Thank you, Grandma."

Cui Di wrapped his arms around Xiong Bufan's neck and clung to him, saying, "Mom, the food at the village chief's house is so delicious."

Xiong Bufan hugged the child tightly, looked up and walked back, "It was delicious, I'll take you to eat there again next time. It's a pity that they don't cook enough, we can't get enough to eat."

Kongkong thought to himself, "You've already eaten for three people, what else do you want to do? Their little grandson is still hungry."

When pedestrians encountered Xiong Bufan, they all lowered their heads and hurried home, fearing that Xiong Bufan would go crazy and hit them again, and then where would they go to seek justice?