The Bully General's Spiritual Husband

Wen Xin, far away in the prefectural city, couldn't help but shiver. She hurriedly instructed her personal maid, "Quickly close the windows. It's getting cold, so don't open them. Light the stove."

Suddenly, he added, "Oh, right, when Jue'er wakes up, have him come over here."

"Yes, ma'am."

After leaving the shopkeeper, Yin Baicai had a lot of money in her pocket.

Now that he had money, he straightened his back and strode over with a stride of 25,800 steps, saying to Li Zhe, who was carrying Li Mo, "Let's go, let's go get two more winter coats for each of us."

Looking at Yin Baicai's smug little expression, Li Zhe couldn't help but chuckle.

Yin Baicai was dazzled by Li Zhe's smile. Why did this bully Li have to smile so beautifully for no reason?

Li Zhe usually has a cold face, giving people a sense of authority without anger. But this sudden smile softened his expression a bit.

When Li Mo heard that Yin Baicai was going to take her to buy new clothes, she was overjoyed and reached out to Yin Baicai: "Mommy, hug me, Mo Mo wants pretty new clothes."

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it." Yin Baicai pulled the person into her arms.

The family of three walked towards the clothing store.

The lively sounds of music and drumming rose behind her, and when Yin Baicai turned her head, she saw a familiar person appear in front of her.

Tian Wenyan seemed to have aged more than twenty years in an instant, his back hunched as he led Li Jinhu's horse.

Sitting on his horse, Li Jinhu looked up at the crowd on the street with a smug expression, wearing a big red flower on his chest, with a bright red sedan chair following closely behind.

Yin Baicai then remembered that this was the same group of spoiled and willful Miss Wang she had met at the clothing store last time. They got married so quickly, making quite a scene.

Looking at the scene before him, Li Zhe's eyes lit up. He was going to hold an even more joyous and grand wedding for A Yin.

Before Li Zhe could think it over, Yin Baicai, who had already taken the first step, called out to those who hadn't followed, "Li bully, what are you standing there for? Let's go."

Li Zhe followed after him with a doting smile.

The three people, including Yin Baicai, who lived in the town, were unaware that a major event had occurred in the village.

The villagers noticed that Yin Baicai was always taking Zhang Cui and her husband, along with Wu Mao, up the mountain. He had also bought a piece of wood in the village and was secretly doing something.

There are always curious people who sneak up the mountain before Wu Maoshan and the others do.

Qian Cao'er and Ma Qiao'e secretly headed up the mountain when no one was watching.

"Sister Ma, what do you think those sly foxes are up to? I always see them carrying big baskets of things down the mountain, covering them with leaves. Is there something good in there?" Qian Cao'er's eyes darted around, full of mischief.

Ma Qiao'e pouted, "Let's sneak over and take a look. If there's anything good, we'll take it. Anyway, no one will see us, so who will know it was us?"

Yin Baicai and the others have almost finished burning the charcoal they made yesterday, and they're just waiting to transport the goods back today.

Unexpectedly, it was stolen by two women in the village who liked to take advantage of others.

Looking at the many trees that had been cut down, Ma Qiao'e spat on the ground and said, "That scoundrel Ke Renjing, this forest originally belonged to everyone in our village. He bought a lot of it all by himself, hoping to freeze us to death in the winter! Just like his mother who died young, why didn't she go with us?"

Ma Qiao'e was just picking a fight. The mountain forest that Yin Baicai bought was agreed upon by everyone in the village. A few days ago, the ancestral hall in the village was in disrepair, and Huang Zhong asked everyone to chip in to raise money, but no one in the village was willing.

Finally, Yin Baicai bought a small piece of forest, which allowed her to raise the money to repair the ancestral hall.

The loudest protester at the time was Ma Qiao'e, who tearfully complained that she was a widow left behind at home and had no money at all.

Qian Cao'er looked at the stone kiln not far away and pointed, saying, "Sister Ma, let's go take a look and see what's inside?"

Ma Qiao'e looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, approached and pried open the entrance of the stone kiln.

He exclaimed in surprise, "My God, it's charcoal! The sly ones have been secretly making charcoal on the mountain. This stuff is very expensive in town, and only wealthy families can afford it. They must be trying to make a fortune."

Upon hearing that it was worth a lot of money, Qian Cao'er, without minding the dirt, picked up a handful of charcoal. "Sister Ma, let's secretly give them some. No one will find out. Why is it that only he, the shrewd one, can make so much money? He has such a way to make money, but he doesn't share it with everyone. Instead, he keeps it a secret. Let's just give him some."

Ma Qiao'e and Qian Cao'er hit it off immediately, put down the baskets on their backs, and started filling them with charcoal.

Finally, they sneaked away along the side path.

As soon as I reached the center of the village, I was spotted by quite a few people.

"Hey, what are you doing up the mountain so early in the morning? What are you carrying on your backs?"

Before Qian Cao'er could dodge, the woman who had asked the question yanked open the wooden leaves covering his basket and looked at the charcoal inside. "It's charcoal. Where did you dig it up? And why were you doing it so secretly? Did you want to sell it to make money?"

Her shout woke up quite a few villagers.

The crowd surrounded Ma Qiao'e and Qian Cao'er, loudly questioning them about how they obtained the charcoal.

Zhang Cui heard the commotion in her yard and rushed over. She looked at the charcoal on the ground and realized it was the same charcoal they had made yesterday. How did it end up in Ma Qiao'e's basket?

He grabbed Ma Qiao'e by the collar: "Ma Qiao'e, you sleazy woman, how dare you steal our things!"

Ma Qiao'e retorted defiantly, "Why can you make money and we can't? We're all from the same village, yet you keep your ways of making money to yourselves. You don't deserve to live in our Peach Blossom Village. Get out!"

Many villagers looked at Zhang Cui and her husband with hostility after hearing Ma Qiao'e's words.

"That's right. You guys eat and drink well, while we have to eat coarse food and vegetables. We can still stand it."

"Zhang Cuier, I knew it! I heard you chopping wood but didn't see you carrying it down. Turns out you were secretly making big money!"

That's human nature; when everything is tied to profit, everyone wants a piece of the pie.

Hearing the commotion in the center of the village, Huang Zhong walked over with his pipe.

"What are you arguing about? We're all from the same village, we see each other all the time."

The crowd complained to Huang Zhong that Yin Baicai wasn't helping them make money and even said she would drive her out of their village.

Huang Zhong listened with a frown, looking dejected. In the end, he realized he had failed as the village chief.

The villagers didn't think about how to improve their own conditions; they were always eyeing the money in other people's pockets. No wonder Brother Cai was unwilling to tell them his way of making money.

Even if you tell them, these people won't remember the good others have done for them.

Huang Zhong knew he had made a mistake after he and the villagers kept it a secret ever since Li Qian's incident.

Later, the village experienced a series of events, including the trouble caused by Li Jiang's family and Li Ben's family, which finally made him see the true nature of the villagers.

"Shut up. What does it matter to you whether Brother Cai talks or not? Instead of worrying about other people's money, go find a way to make your own money."

“Ma Qiao’e and Qian Cao’er, you two stole other people’s things. Return them and kneel in the ancestral hall for three days.”

After speaking with a cold face, Huang Zhong left with his back hunched over.

The villagers were left looking completely bewildered.

They didn't know why the village chief was so angry. They knew that making money would be better for the village, and that when everyone had money, the village would get better and better.

Huang Zhong had already seen through the villagers when he last rallied them to donate money to repair the ancestral hall; they were all selfish and self-serving.

Otherwise, no one would have been willing to step forward and donate money.

Zhang Cui and her husband took the charcoal that Ma Qiao'e and her husband had stolen back to their home.

She thought the village chief would force them to reveal the method of making it, and as she watched the village chief's departing figure, Zhang Cui also showed doubt.

Soon, fearing that the villagers would steal their charcoal again, Zhang Cui called Wu Maoshan and the children in her family, and together they transported the goods back.

When Yin Baicai returned in the evening and heard Zhang Cui recount what had happened that day, she merely curled her lips into a cold laugh and said nothing more.