General, your wife has gone to deliver another calf for your horse.

"What do you know? I just saw it all. They're guarding the village outside. I counted them all. Now, all that's left in the Jiang family is Jiang Pangya and a few other children. Go and call them. This time, I bought some muscle relaxant powder. If she inhales just a little bit, I guarantee she'll listen to us obediently."

“I heard from the two men guarding the gate that her husband is leaving home again soon! If the two of us can seduce this little wench, do you think she won’t give us the money? Her husband may look tough, but he’s probably just all show and no substance.”

Hearing this, even the hoodlum couldn't help but frown: "That can't be right. That Li family's eldest son looks tall and strong. I heard from the old folks in the village that he could even hunt wild boars. How could he be involved in this..."

Wang Mazi leaned close to the thug and said mysteriously, "I heard it from my sister. Once she saw her treating someone, and when she rolled up her sleeves, her virginity mark was still burning. We've really struck gold..."

"Damn, I've never slept with such a delicious young woman in my life."

As they spoke, the two of them chuckled.

The thug rubbed his pants and ran forward impatiently.

After running a couple of steps, he said with some apprehension, "Then you'd better be quick when you make your move. This woman is very skilled. If we don't succeed, we'll both be in trouble."

"Don't worry, at worst we'll just get beaten up again. That woman smells nice, so getting beaten up isn't a big deal."

"Okay, brother, I'll go right away."

Wang Mazi nodded with a smug look on his face, holding the handkerchief covered in sleeping pills in his hand, his hands trembling with excitement.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill on his neck.

He frowned: "Damn it, which bastard scared your grandpa?"

Since they were in Jiang Nuan's courtyard, he didn't dare to make a loud noise.

"Don't shout, or my dagger will slit your throat."

A slightly childish voice rang out, startling Wang Mazi. He instinctively turned around and saw Ping'er holding a dagger to his neck. Relieved to see it was him, Wang Mazi yelled, "Hey, you brat, who are you trying to scare? Take that dagger off my neck or I'll whip you!"

Ping'er merely glanced at him indifferently, then brought the dagger closer and cut her skin.

Wang Mazi's eyes finally showed a hint of fear: "Hey, what are you trying to do? Kids shouldn't play with knives. Let go right now, or I won't tell your mother!"

"You brat, let go!" The thug, seeing that someone was in a bad mood, returned with a fierce expression.

"Heh, is that so?" Ping'er's gaze fell indifferently on Wang Mazi, and then, under Wang Mazi's unwavering gaze, she slit his throat.

In the end, Wang Mazi only made two "gurgling" sounds. He covered his neck in disbelief, and blood gushed out from between his fingers. Finally, he could no longer stand, collapsed to the ground, and gradually lost consciousness.

Even in death, his eyes held a hint of confusion as he stared intently at Ping'er.

Ping'er calmly wiped her dagger, then glanced at the terrified thug. She raised her eyes slightly and asked in a still somewhat childish voice, "Are you going to tell my parents?"

The thug was stunned by the scene before him, not even understanding what was happening for a moment. His finger trembled as he pointed at Wang Mazi's corpse, his feet instinctively taking a step back.

She glanced at Ping'er, as if she had seen some monstrous beast, and a look of terror gradually appeared in her eyes. She turned and ran, shouting as she ran, "Help! Murder!"

Ping'er kicked away Wang Mazi's corpse, her dark eyes falling indifferently on the thugs ahead, and then she moved and chased after them.

He's been practicing martial arts with Dean Yue these past few days, and given his natural talent, dealing with someone like this would require almost no effort on his part.

The dagger pierced the man's waist in the blink of an eye.

The thug let out a few shrill screams. He tried to attack Ping'er, but Ping'er nimbly dodged. Turning back, she pulled out his dagger and thrust it into the thug's heart once more.

This time, the man's voice was weaker, and he gradually opened his mouth but could not make a sound.

Of course, even the most piercing screams were drowned out by the noisy night.

Ping'er calmly added two more stabs, glanced at her blood-stained robe, and frowned slightly in dissatisfaction: "How annoying, you've dirtied the new robe Mother bought me."

"Go on," he said, rubbing his temples with a hint of annoyance.

"Ping'er, what's that noise outside?"

Suddenly, I heard Jiang Nuanzhi's voice behind me.

Ping'er's slightly annoyed expression vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by a gentle smile. He put away the dagger, picked up the winnowing basket, and went into the courtyard.

"It's nothing, Mother. I think the fighting outside is still fierce."

Jiang Nuanzhi nodded: "It's good that you're alright."

He didn't ask any further questions, only asking, "Have you finished emptying the ashes?"

"Alright." Ping'er saw Jiang Nuanzhi about to leave, so she tapped the dusty winnowing basket again and said with a smile, "Mother, don't come out. It's cold outside. I'll come inside as soon as I'm done."

Jiang Nuanzhi nodded, without asking any questions in detail, and went back to her pharmacy to start treating her wounds.

If nothing unexpected happens, it won't be long before wounded soldiers are brought to her.

In fact, Jiang Nuanzhi did not have a peaceful night.

She spent the first half of the night treating the injured. People were constantly coming and going in Jiang Nuanzhi's courtyard, bringing in the wounded. She was busy without stopping. In the middle of the night, she even managed to squeeze in some hot soup for everyone.

When dawn broke and the people on the other side retreated, the villagers dared not go out. In an instant, cries of agony filled the entire village.

"My son, my son, Pockmarked one, wake up! Pockmarked one... how could this happen? Why did this happen?"

Wang Mazi's elderly mother staggered to her knees beside his body, sobbing uncontrollably.

Such weeping was not limited to Wang Mazi's family; many villagers were also affected. The death toll alone was too high to count on one hand.

Most of the soldiers were wounded in the battle, and a young soldier who had come to Jiang Nuan's house yesterday also lost his life. The atmosphere in the whole village was somewhat gloomy.

"Auntie, have a bowl of hot soup. The dead cannot be brought back to life! Please accept my condolences. Brother Ma did this for our village."

"Oh, yes."

The surrounding villagers kept trying to persuade him.

Ping'er was distributing a bucket of hot soup to the villagers when she raised her eyebrows and handed a bowl of soup to the mother: "Auntie, don't be too sad. Brother Ma did one good thing in his life, and we will all remember him."

Ping'er offered heartfelt comfort, even kneeling down to pat her back, her face full of tenderness as she said, "Grandma, you should also take care of yourself." (End of Chapter)