My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 139 Threaten me?
"Friends, we are just passing through. We will rest for three hours and then leave immediately," Zhao Xun said politely, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Didn't you understand that we said no outsiders are welcome here?" The burly man in the lead spoke very rudely.

"Aren't you outsiders?" Zhao Hu retorted directly. "You all talk like you're monks. This is a temple; to monks, you're all outsiders."

The middle-aged man was furious, his bull-like eyes wide open.

"What are you glaring at me for? If you're not convinced, come and fight me!"

Zhao Xun pushed his brother behind him and said, "Friends, please don't misunderstand. We're not here to claim territory. We'll rest for a bit and then leave."

"I said no!" The burly man was about to curse again when he was stopped by an old voice from behind him.

"Excuse me, young lady, my son cannot speak and meant no offense." The old man leaned on his cane and slowly stepped forward, bowing to them in a rather kind gesture.

“We are villagers from Xiaoluotuogou in Tuofeng Mountain. After the earthquake, the village houses were destroyed and uninhabitable. We saw that this mountain was completely still, so we thought we’d try our luck at the temple,” the old man said with a smile.

"The temple is indeed a place blessed by gods and Buddhas. It didn't change much after the earthquake. Except for the collapse of the roofs of two small side rooms in the backyard, the rest of the place is very intact."

"So what? We're all just staying here temporarily. Are we going to differentiate between high and low status?" Zhao Hu retorted from behind Zhao Xun.

The old man wasn't angry at being rebuked. He smiled, cupped his hands, and said with a friendly expression, "Brave man, whatever you do, there has to be a first-come, first-served order, right?"

"We moved here not long after the earthquake. We really don't like outsiders staying here. But if you are willing to pay some rice as payment, you can rest here for a while."

Xie Ninglan stepped out from the back of the group, glanced at the ragged people holding hoes and wooden sticks, and said, "Here's a pound of beans for you. Let us rest for three hours. There are so many of us, we'll stay in the main hall and the side halls. We don't need the back rooms."

"Only one jin?" The burly man looked unconvinced. "There are over a hundred of you here, right? Who can eat just one jin of grain?"

"This temple isn't yours to charge you lodging fees. Why should you pay for it? If you're going to pay, you should pay the abbot. You've already given him a lot of face. Take it or leave it." Xin Nian stepped out from the parting crowd and gave the burly man an arrogant look.

Zhao Hu nodded repeatedly, "Sixth Miss is right."

Xie Ninglan acted as a peacemaker, kindly advising the old man, "You're their village chief, right? Hey, our team leader isn't exactly known for her good temper. I suggest you accept the pound of beans, and let's keep to ourselves. Our stay for a few hours is none of your business."

“This pound of beans is our ration that we’ve saved up by scrimping and saving. It’s pretty good! You’ve made our team leader angry, and now our two teams are going to fight. You see, we have quite a few big guys here, and if we fight, who knows who will win or lose. It’s not worth it, right?”

The old man glanced at Xin Nian, whose face was gloomy, then at Zhang Shifuzhang and a group of guards behind Xin Nian, and finally cast a glance at the grumbling burly man.

The burly man received a look from his father and reluctantly led his men back a few steps. "Then... you can pay two jin. There are so many of you, two jin isn't much, is it?"

“Young man, have you heard the story of the old man and the axe? Do you want the golden axe, the silver axe, or this ordinary iron axe?” Xin Nian sneered. “Congratulations, you don’t have a single pound left.”

The convicts, who had seen young girls turn on them in the blink of an eye, were already used to it.

The women silently stepped back several steps, while the men of the family stepped forward one after another.

"Get out of our way right now and let us through, or you'll face the consequences." Xin Nian waved her finger, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

This is truly a case of a person burning incense chasing after an old monk; they really think they're something special.

Do they think that just because they occupy someone else's temple they're the owners? That's ridiculous.

The burly man flew into a rage, “There are over a hundred men in our village. You little brat, are you sure you want to go head-to-head with us? How much confidence do you have?” As he spoke, the men opposite him, wielding sticks and hoes, stepped forward.

"Oh my, so you're threatening us now." Xin Nian chuckled.

When the young girl laughed like that, all the constables shuddered in unison.

"Has no one ever told you that if you walk the night too often, you'll eventually encounter a ghost?"

As Xin Nian's soft voice faded, she appeared in front of the burly man in an instant, snatched the stick from his hand, and struck him several times with a "bang bang bang," leaving the burly man seeing stars and completely bewildered.

Xin Nian grabbed the burly man and darted back to her mother's side, slamming the man to the ground and beating him with sticks until he screamed in pain.

The village chief of Xiaoluotuogou was so anxious that he cried out "Hey! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" repeatedly, stamping his feet and begging for mercy.

"Old man, I see you're getting on in years. Why did you have to resort to this kind of highway robbery and burglary? Now look, the retribution is falling on your descendants!"

The old man was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, pleading, "Please, young lady, have mercy on my son! We know we were wrong."

Xin Nian used a wooden stick to hold the burly man's head down and looked coldly at the old man, "Just tell me how many people there are in your Little Camel Village."

The village chief quickly got up and shouted to the surrounding area, "Come out, everyone!"

A group of dejected and disheveled women, boys and girls, and children emerged from the back room and stood timidly at the back of the line.

“Girl, we only have about two hundred people left in Little Camel Valley, and they’re all here.”

Where are the monks in the temple?

"A monk?" The village chief subconsciously scratched his face and chuckled awkwardly. "When we arrived, the temple was already empty. That's why we stayed here."

"Is that so?" Xin Nian smiled slightly at the old man and suddenly raised the wooden stick in her hand.

The old man saw her about to smash his son's head with a stick and cried out in fright, "I...I...I'll tell you! The masters are all in the backyard, I...I'll have someone bring them out right away!"

“You guys are really no good. Evil deeds will surely lead to your downfall. Be careful.” Xin Nian raised her finger and pointed at a row of men next to the old man, shaking her head with a look of disdain.

The people of Xiaoluotuogou were extremely angry.

They didn't think Xin Nian was a good person; he would attack without hesitation and showed no mercy when beating people.

*
In the tea room.

The elderly and frail abbot bowed to Xiao Jinzhi, Zhu Yan, and Xin Nian's family with his palms together, expressing his gratitude, "Thank you all for rescuing us."

"Master, how did you end up being imprisoned in the woodshed in the backyard?" Xie Ninglan went straight to the point, making no attempt to hide her gossipy nature.

The abbot invited everyone to sit down, and a young novice monk stepped forward to serve tea, then bowed with his palms together and left.

"It's a long story. Alas." The master sighed softly.

He then told Xin Nian and the others the whole story.