After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

Not long ago, there weren't so many people gathered outside the Zhang family compound.

Hearing the sounds coming from outside the courtyard, Zhang Xiaolin slumped onto the bed, trembling as he hid under the covers, covering his ears and shaking with fear.

Last night, he and his mother struggled to carry his father into the house, limping along. His mother was frantic, clamoring to call a doctor, or if necessary, to have his third and fourth uncles come and take a look.

He had to persuade his mother to calm down after much persuasion, and he told her not to make a fuss about it.

Needless to say, his third uncle was the most opinionated. Whenever he told his third uncle something he knew, even if he didn't tell his fourth uncle, his fourth uncle was always the first to know.

Stealing from Xu Wenjie's house isn't exactly something to be proud of, so the fewer people who know, the better. Anyway, his father is still breathing and won't die, so there's no need to call a doctor.

Who told his dad to talk like that without any sense of the pain?

After tossing and turning all night, he forced himself to sleep despite the pain in his legs, but soon after, he heard the cries of a woman and a child coming from outside the courtyard.

Unfortunately, his room had no windows, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The faint sound of sobbing could be heard from inside.

He was so nervous that he thought a ghost had come to his house. He hid under the covers in great fear and didn't dare to move.

It wasn't until he heard a large crowd gradually gathering outside the courtyard that he calmed down and decided to go out and investigate.

Unfortunately, he had difficulty walking, so he had to ask his mother to go to the yard to check. Who knew that Zhang Chenshi hadn't returned for so long, and the noise from the yard grew even louder, mixed with his third uncle's voice.

During this time, Zhang Xiaolin was filled with questions, and unable to contain himself, he decided to limp out of the courtyard.

Just as he grabbed the doorknob, the door was suddenly pushed inward. Caught off guard, his injured foot couldn't dodge in time and got caught in the gap between the door and the door, causing him to fall to the ground.

……

inside the door.

A piercing pain shot through Zhang Xiaolin's foot. Clutching his injured foot, he curled up on the ground, cursing and wailing, "Damn it, which son of a bitch betrayed your grandpa...!"

Xu Zhuzhu couldn't suppress her smile; she seemed somewhat gloating.

Although the wound was not visible under the thick cotton-padded coat, recalling Zhang Xiaolin's walking posture last night, the injury was probably quite serious, especially now that it had been pinched.

Hearing this, everyone was even more unable to suppress their laughter.

The Dragon King Temple has now been flooded.

Just as the culprit, Master Zhang, was about to help him up, he heard this and, losing face, suddenly snorted coldly, "A fine man like you can't even handle being pinched by a door."

His face, which had just recovered, darkened again instantly, and he immediately withdrew his outstretched hand.

Seeing this, Fourth Master Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Xiaolin up, explaining kindly, "Your third uncle is just worried about you and your father, so you can't say anything carelessly."

"Son!"

Zhang Chenshi exclaimed in surprise, quickly helped Zhang Xiaolin up, and then hurriedly whispered in Zhang Xiaolin's ear, "Why did you come out? Hurry up and go inside, the Xu family is looking for you."

Zhang Xiaolin then came to his senses and looked up at Zhang He and her two children outside the courtyard. They were dressed normally and looked no different from ordinary people. He was stunned.

His mind was a mess. He watched his third and fourth uncles' mouths open and close, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. The images that flashed before his eyes were the two figures in the Xu family courtyard last night.

They're not dead! What about Xu Wenjie? Maybe he's dead, and this ghost is playing tricks on him? But both children are here…

Zhang Xiaolin completely ignored what Master Zhang said, subconsciously picked up the cane beside him, rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth but gave up, and stood up despite the pain.

He walked out looking relaxed.

Those who knew the inside story, including Xu Zhuzhu, frowned as they watched.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't care about anything else, his eyes fixed on Zhang He and her two children.

"You...you guys aren't dead?! Where's Xu Wenjie?"

He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with resentment and bitterness.

Zhang He asked this question.

"My husband has his own place to go."

Zhang He had nothing to hide, so she readily admitted it, her eyes filled with provocation, "Why is Uncle Zhang acting so strangely? Did you steal something last night, or were you frightened by something?"

He wasn't dead after all! Damn it, he'd been tricked!

Zhang Xiaolin was furious. He was afraid of ghosts, but that didn't mean he was willing to suffer a loss. He would never sleep soundly for the rest of his life if he didn't get revenge!

"I'll steal from your grandpa!" Zhang Xiaolin spat on the ground. He had never suffered such a loss in his entire life.

Not only did he fail to steal anything, but he also lost a leg. Recalling the scene from last night, he flew into a rage, yelling, "You filthy bitch, you and your family of bastards, daring to play tricks on your grandpa!"

Ignoring the injury on his leg, he shoved away Zhang Chenshi, who was supporting him, picked up his crutch, and swung it at Zhang He and the other two with a ferocious expression.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, Xu Zhuzhu was still somewhat worried.

Even the usually domineering Master Zhang was stunned.

Zhang Chenshi realized belatedly, "Son! You mustn't do it!" but she couldn't stop him.

"Xiao Lin, stop!" Fortunately, Master Zhang was quick-witted and tried to grab Zhang Xiao Lin, but of course he couldn't.

As the stick came swinging down, everyone gasped and couldn't bear to close their eyes. Instantly, the sound of a thud echoed.

"what--"

A mournful wail pierced the winter morning in Laoya Village. Unexpectedly, it wasn't a woman's voice, but a man's shrill voice.

When I came to my senses, I saw Zhang Xiaolin grimacing again, curled up on the ground, hugging his legs, groaning in pain.

Standing before him was Xu Wenjie, who had appeared out of nowhere, holding Zhang Xiaolin's cane in his hand, his face stern.

Zhang Sanye, who had been staring blankly just moments before, seemed to have a fragile chord tugged when he saw Xu Wenjie, without Zhang Siye needing to fan the flames.

He immediately retorted indignantly, "Is there no law anymore? You surnamed Xu! Don't think that just because you've been to school, you can abuse your power!"

Xu Wenjie curled the corners of his mouth into a forced smile, and then, another resounding slap followed.

Looking again, Zhang Sanye's old face was tilted to one side, and he staggered back several steps, his neatly combed beard flying wildly.

Although he didn't look exactly disheveled, he was still in a state of shock that I never thought I would see before, after all, the slap was very crisp.

Zhang Sanye felt a buzzing ringing in his ears. On his face, he felt not pain, but numbness—an indescribable numbness.

At that moment, an unprecedented anger appeared on his face, and an overwhelming sense of shame surged into his heart.

He glared angrily, his hand trembling as he touched his numb cheek, staring incredulously at Xu Wenjie's indifferent expression.

"You...you dare hit me?!"

At that moment, the air around them seemed to freeze, and the onlookers held their breath, their eyes fixed on the Zhang family and Xu Wenjie standing opposite them.

Xu Wenjie glanced coldly at Zhang Xiaolin on the ground and Zhang Sanye in front of him, without saying a word.

She turned around silently, her whole demeanor softening. She gently helped Zhang He and her child, who were squatting on the ground, to their feet, her eyes filled with heartache. "He Niang, are you alright?"

He regretted his decision.