After being reborn, the young master returned to his village and led his wife and daughters to prosp

Losing two sheep is already heartbreaking enough, but if Uncle Li's family lost all their sheep, Wu Ge doesn't know how he would live if it happened to him.

After parting ways with Angkor, Lin Fan went to Teacher Chu's house, told him about what had happened in the village, and told him to lock the doors and windows that night before leaving.

He went straight to Uncle Li's house in the village.

Strangely enough, the location of Uncle Li's house is very different from that of Uncle Wu's house.

Previously, Uncle Wu's family also lived on the edge of the village, which meant that wild animals from the mountains were most likely to attack those living on the edge of the village when they came down from the mountains.

Uncle Li's house was almost in the center of the village. Even if there were wolves roaming around the village at night, someone who got up to use the restroom would likely be discovered. But coincidentally, the wolves were just lucky and were not discovered.

This made Lin Fan even more puzzled. These wolves not only entered the village to hunt, but they also brazenly entered the innermost part of the village instead of roaming the perimeter. Had these wolves become so bold?

"Isn't this the second son of the Lin family? Mr. Lin, what brings you here?"

Near Uncle Li's sheepfold, a crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle, pointing and commenting on the bloodstains on the ground and Uncle Li's worried expression.

When they saw Lin Fan arrive, the villagers greeted him warmly. Lin Fan smiled and responded to each of them, saying that he had come to join in the fun.

"Ah, Li Er, don't be sad. Natural disasters and man-made calamities are unavoidable. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame God for not being happy for you, Li Er, and for your bad luck."

“Yes, yes, Li Er, if you raise sheep in the future, it’s better to keep them in that side room of your house. You can clean it up and use it as a sheep pen. It’s better than keeping them outside.”

"I told you to keep the sheep at home, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted that the sheepfold was dirty and the house smelled bad. Now look what's happened, the sheep have all been taken by wolves. Are you satisfied now?"

Beside the sheepfold, Uncle Li looked miserable and resentful, his face drooping.

His wife, standing nearby, complained to him, both heartbroken and furious.

However, what's done is done, and there's no point in saying anything now. The people around them were still trying to dissuade the two.

Lin Fan didn't join the crowd; instead, he walked over to the sheepfold and examined it carefully.

Just as Angkor Wat had described, Uncle Li's sheepfold was surrounded by a fence made of alternating layers of solid wood, making it quite sturdy.

The only gate to the sheepfold was made by binding together a few thin branches and a layer of corn stalks.

At this moment, the fence gate had been trampled into pieces and was scattered on the ground, with what looked like teeth marks still faintly visible on it.

The reason they are described as similar is that the marks left on the straw seem to be of very consistent depth.

But in Lin Fan's understanding, even if someone takes a bite out of an apple, the teeth marks left on the apple will be different for each person because of the length of their teeth and the force they used.

However, the teeth marks left on the corn stalks on this fence gate are very even and of the same depth, which looks unnatural no matter how you look at it.

Lin Fan stared at the chaotic scene, his gaze shifting, his thoughts unreadable.

He looked around the sheepfold again and indeed found a lot of footprints and bloodstains.

The so-called wolf footprints were evenly distributed and could be seen in almost every corner of the sheepfold.

Bloodstains were scattered everywhere, eventually reaching the outside of the sheepfold, and then disappearing completely after walking a distance further.

It looked like the blood had been spilled by a wolf after it had snatched a sheep, but for some reason, no more blood was spilled after it left the sheepfold.

"This wasn't done by the wolves!"

After observing for about half an hour, Lin Fan came to a very confident conclusion.

Wild beasts are ferocious, but the human heart is far more insidious.

Ignoring the villagers who were still watching the commotion, Lin Fan hurriedly went straight to the village chief's house.

The village chief of Qingshui also shares the surname Wu, and he and Uncle Wu are considered to be from the same clan, although their relationship is quite distant.

Seeing Lin Fan come to visit the village chief, he said with some surprise, "Isn't this Boss Lin? What brings you here?"

"You don't have some money-making opportunity that you want me to help you promote, do you?"

Village Chief Wu is over forty years old this year. He is shrewd and capable, and he genuinely cares about the villagers. He has been the village chief for more than ten years and is highly trusted by the villagers.

Because of his previous experience collecting snails, Lin Fan, despite his young age, held considerable influence in the village, and even Village Chief Wu treated him with great respect.

Hearing what Village Chief Wu said, Lin Fan smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Village Chief, you're joking. I can't have a job that makes money every day, but there will be opportunities in the future. If I really find a way to get rich, I won't forget the villagers."

The village chief laughed heartily, stepped forward, patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, and said with a look of satisfaction, "As expected of someone who has been to school, I believe in you."

"Work hard and lead the villagers to prosperity!"

Village Chief Wu spoke, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

After exchanging a few polite words, Lin Fan got straight to the point.

"Village Chief, I've come to you with a theory I want to share. I don't believe the sheep in the village were taken by wolves!"

Lin Fan looked at Village Chief Wu and suddenly spoke with a serious expression.

Upon hearing Lin Fan's words, the village chief was taken aback at first, then frowned and subconsciously asked, "Not a pack of wolves? Then what is it?"

"Lin Fan, you didn't go to the scene, did you? There are indeed wolf footprints there, but it couldn't have been a bear. Could it be some other animal similar to wolves?"

Lin Fan shook his head and looked at Village Chief Wu, saying, "Village Chief, what I mean is that the attack on the sheep was not by wild animals."

"Not a wild animal?"

Village Chief Wu repeated Lin Fan's words blankly, then after a moment he seemed to realize what was happening and exclaimed, "You mean... it was done by a person?"

If it wasn't the wolves, or even wild animals, then it seems like only humans are left as an option!

Lin Fan nodded earnestly.

“Muramasa, you are older than me and have more experience than I do. Think about it carefully. Over the years, how many times have wild animals from the mountains attacked the village? Even if they did happen occasionally, have there ever been one on such a large scale, or even one after another?”

“You should know better than I do that wild animals are more docile than humans. Unless they are extremely hungry and can’t survive, they won’t break into a village to hunt, let alone carry away all the sheep in the pen at once.”