Divorce her scumbag husband, marry the war king, and the hot wife gets rich through her spatial abil

However, what the Jiang family didn't know was that Xiao Nan was the one who did all of this.

If you're not greedy, nothing will happen; but greed can cost you your life.

At this point, none of the villagers were in the mood to go to Wang Po's house to steal anything anymore.

They looked at Wang Po's house, breaking out in a cold sweat, as if they were looking at a haunted house, and took a few steps back.

If it weren't daytime, they would definitely have turned and run away.

Under the direction of the Ji clan elders, Feng was carried back to the village chief's house. The village chief, regaining his senses, sent his son to town to buy a thin coffin.

Some women were at his house, helping to tear the white cloth, and the mourning hall was quickly set up, followed by deafening cries.

Longlong watched this scene coldly from his house. "Hmph, he got what he deserved. His master isn't someone you can just bully."

Anyone who dares to bully her will be retaliated against tenfold or a hundredfold.

Don't talk about kindness or unkindness; that thing doesn't exist for its owner.

The fact that the master doesn't actively do evil is already a sign of his kindness, humph!

Xiao Nan was eating when she heard Longlong's report. She just snorted and said "serves you right" twice without expression, and then didn't respond to Longlong again.

Although the Wang family's food was ordinary, they had done their best.

The meat that Xiao Nan brought was also used by the Wang family. A housewarming meal with meat and wine was already quite good for the Wang family.

As it was getting dark, Xiao Nan and the others arrived home.

However, when the old woman got off the oxcart, she saw that the village chief's house was brightly lit, but she didn't know what had happened.

Just as she was wondering, Jiang came running up to her.

She grabbed the old woman's arm and said, "Sister Wang, you're finally back! Something happened in the village."

Meng Fei unloaded the cart from the ox and led it into the yard, while Xiao Nan carried the things from the cart into the yard.

The two of them never asked what had happened.

The old woman was quite curious. She looked at the panting Jiang and asked, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Jiang swallowed hard and hurriedly told Wang Po about everything that had happened that day.

The old woman was shocked: "They actually tried to rob my house while we were away?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. If Ms. Feng hadn't been on fire, they would have broken down the door and gone in."

The old woman swallowed hard, thinking about how the village had caught fire and Zhang Lao Er and the village chief had their heads burned off, and she felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

She said fiercely, "Serves them right! Why did they only burn Feng Shi to death? Why didn't they burn all those bandits too? A bunch of filthy things, they don't deserve to live in this world."

Jiang said worriedly, "I don't know if the Ji clan will cause you trouble."

“They’re the ones trying to do bad things. None of us are home, yet they’re causing trouble for our family. Why should they do this? God has punished them time and time again, but they’ve only gotten worse. God is angry now. Once or twice, but not a third or fourth time.”

"That's right. They made an oath at the temple. This is their punishment. The Feng family is God making an example of them."

"Hmph, ignore them."

"This afternoon, the villagers went to give condolence money, and we outsiders also gave some. What about your family?"

"I won't go along with it. They're going to rob my house anyway. Why should I go along with it? Let them do whatever they want."

"Sigh, I'm going back. Feng died not far from your house. I'm a little scared. I'm leaving now."

"Mmm, slow down."

As soon as Jiang left, the old woman spat at the village chief's house, turned around and went into the yard, closed the door behind her, and went straight to the kitchen.

At this moment, Meng Fei was tending the fire, and Xiao Nan was cooking. When they saw the old woman come in, she said...

"Grandma, you must be tired. Sit down, it'll be over soon. We'll make something simple for dinner."

"Xiao Fei needs to be fed; he's a real man."

Meng Fei chuckled: "No need, I didn't do much work. Eating less is better for your health. I'm just listening to my wife."

What are we having for dinner tonight?

"Make me some vegetable soup, eat more vegetables, and stop eating dry food."

The old woman didn't want to talk about it, feeling it was unlucky, but she was afraid the Ji clan would cause trouble, so she wanted to prepare Meng Fei and Xiao Nan.

So he slowly told them what Jiang had said.

Xiao Nan scoffed, "What trouble could they possibly be looking for? Do they have any reason?"

"They've become robbers, how can they still talk about reason?"

"Then you stay at home and don't come out. I'll carry it all by myself."

Meng Fei raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Does my wife think I'm invisible?"

"Wife, I'm still here. If I can't go on, wife, you can come again."

"Okay, you go first, I'll go last."

The two women smiled at each other, and the old woman sighed softly, "Now that one of the Feng family members is dead, will they behave themselves a bit more?"

Xiao Nan said with a smile, "Grandma, someone died in front of our house, aren't you afraid?"

The old woman shook her head: "I'm not afraid. I'm already this old, I've long since become indifferent to life and death. I'm just afraid they'll cause you trouble."

"My husband and I are not afraid at all?"

"You only worry when it's not worth it."

"Yes, they are not worth risking our lives for, and we will not do so."

The village chief's house was full of Ji clan members, who were discussing the burial of Feng Shi, without mentioning Wang Po at all.

Because the clan elders said that Feng, who died a violent death, could not be buried in the ancestral graveyard, so as not to affect the feng shui.

The village chief and his children were kneeling on the ground, pleading with the clan elders, but they were unable to obtain their consent.

Late at night, they decided to bury Mrs. Feng not far from their ancestral home.

Finally, they talked about Wang Po's house.

This time, the village chief's family suffered a great loss. They wanted compensation, but they had no reason to do so. Even if they wanted to force the matter to Wang Po's house, they were afraid that something bad might happen again.

If they anger that family and a lawsuit breaks out, they have no chance of winning unless they spend a lot of money.

So he put that idea aside for the time being. It seems they haven't changed at all. After reading it, Longlong went straight to the Zhang family.

At this moment, Qian was trembling and huddled in the corner, while Zhang Dashan lay on the kang with his eyes closed.

Zhang Dashan wasn't asleep; his trembling hands betrayed his state of mind.

Neither of them dared to sleep, fearing they would have nightmares.

They repeatedly caused trouble for Xiao Nan, but were repeatedly thwarted. Now they are terrified, afraid that they will be the second to be burned.

The screams of Feng, and the lingering aroma of her charred body, still haunt my memory.

Even Zhao couldn't sleep; she didn't dare close her eyes and stared at the ceiling.

What exactly happened? Why did this happen? This is the true thought of every villager in Ping'an Village.

The next day, before dawn, a funeral was held at the village chief's house.

The commotion was minimal; only a few young men were called to carry the coffin, with several sons leading the way. There wasn't even a white banner or paper money; they quietly left the village.

After that, the white sheets in the house were quickly removed.

For several days in a row, the village was eerily quiet, and no one went outside to chat.

Because once they came out, they could see the place where Feng died, a scene that haunted their nightmares.

Wang Po's house, however, was always kept tightly shut, and she never came out.

Before they knew it, it was the sixth day of the ninth lunar month. The Jiang family was getting married off their daughter. Because of Feng Shi, her house was deserted. When the three old women went there, there were almost no outsiders.

Fortunately, her house is some distance from the village chief's house, so the wedding procession won't affect his house.

Madam Jiang sighed, "Those who said they would come, none of them showed up. Oh well, if they don't want to come, they don't want to come."

The old woman stuffed the box into her hand: "This is a token of our family's appreciation. It's a dowry and a gift."

Jiang quickly declined, saying, "Elder sister, I can't accept this. I'm just happy that you came."

"Take it. It's a happy occasion, so you should give some money. This gift of mine has a special meaning. If you refuse it, you're refusing good fortune."

"What?"

"Looking back, we won't stay here to drink anymore. We'll just see our daughter and leave."

"That won't do. No one's coming to the wedding banquet, so we can't let all the food and drinks go to waste. You guys have to help us eat some."

The old woman then slowly said, "Alright then, I'll go with you to send my daughter off to her wedding."

"That's right."

And so they stayed at the Jiang family home, waiting for the groom to take the bride away, for a meal, and for a while for tea before returning home.

When Jiang opened the box and saw the ginseng, she was stunned. The ginseng looked a bit young, but even a small one was worth some silver, at least five taels. Moreover, medicinal herbs were scarce now, making them even more valuable. This made the couple somewhat uneasy.