Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

The roar of the large Liberation truck scared the guard dogs in Xiahe Village so much that they tucked their tails between their legs and ran away in a panic.

A large crowd had gathered under the old locust tree at the village entrance.

Village Party Secretary Zhao Dezhu was still holding the tin megaphone in his hand, standing on the millstone with his hands behind his back, his face as black as if he had just been pulled out of the stove pit.

"Here it comes! The big truck!" Sharp-eyed Er Laizi pointed at the yellow smoke rising from the end of the dirt road, his voice booming louder than a donkey's. "I told you Aunt Guifen was lucky, but you wouldn't believe me! Look, it's been brought back in a special truck!"

The crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

Zhang Cuihua held a handful of sunflower seeds, her chubby face jiggling with smugness. Her deadbeat husband, Meng Jingui, had returned a few days earlier because of his leg problems, but that didn't stop her from dreaming.

"That's right! My mother-in-law went to the military region to enjoy a comfortable life! Changfeng is a regimental commander, how could he mistreat his own mother?"

While cracking sunflower seeds and spitting the shells on the ground, Zhang Cuihua said, "Just wait and see. Who knows how many good things she'll bring back this time? If anyone gets jealous, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Although the villagers had their doubts, they didn't dare to say a word when they saw the impressive truck, for fear of offending this money tree.

"laugh--"

The truck braked suddenly and stopped beside the threshing floor.

A huge blast of air, carrying dust, sprayed Zhang Cuihua's face as she stood in front of it.

"Ouch! How did you drive that!" Zhang Cuihua wiped the dust off her face and was about to put on airs as the regimental commander's sister-in-law when the canvas curtain behind the truck bed was suddenly ripped open.

There were no large bags and bundles as I had imagined, and no grand scene of returning home in military uniform to visit relatives.

Only two heavily armed militiamen, their faces grim, jumped out of the truck, batons in hand, and yelled into the back: "Get out! Stop dawdling!"

Immediately afterwards, three people, bound hand and foot and with large wooden signs hanging around their necks, were pushed off like livestock.

"Oh my goodness!"

Zhang Cuihua scattered the melon seeds in her hand all over the ground, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

This is hardly the kind of big shot returning home in glory.

Wang Guifen was disheveled, and the new cloth shirt she had specially worn when she arrived was now just a tattered rag, covered with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten egg liquid, emitting a nauseating stench.

Meng Jianjun was completely unrecognizable, his eyes were glazed over, his crotch was soaked, and the sign around his neck that read "hooligan" was choking him so much that his head drooped down.

Following behind was Wang Chunhua, whose makeup was ruined from crying, her face covered in bruises from being scratched.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Even the cicadas in the trees forgot to chirp.

Zhao Dezhu tapped the pipe in his hand on the sole of his shoe, stepped forward, and took the file bag handed to him by the escort, his hands trembling slightly.

"This...this is what you call enjoying good fortune?" Er Laizi swallowed hard, pointing at the three people. "Would you like this good fortune?"

The militiaman escorting the truck had a loud voice. In front of hundreds of people in the village, he unfurled the judgment document stamped with a bright red seal.

"Wang Guifen, extorted money from an active-duty military officer, disrupted a military marriage, and provoked trouble! Meng Jianjun, hooliganism! Wang Chunhua, accomplice to hooliganism!"

With the joint approval of the county public security bureau and the military region security department, he was repatriated to his place of origin and placed under strict local supervision for labor reform!

These words were like a series of resounding slaps to the faces of everyone in the Meng family.

The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar.

"My God! Extorting the regimental commander? Having an affair?"

"I knew that old hag was wicked! I knew she'd get her comeuppance when she tried to sell that little baby Ya Ya to a idiot!"

"Serves him right! He really deserved it! He wanted to go to the military region to freeload, and now look what happened, he's made the whole village lose face!"

The women who had been bullied by Wang Guifen in the past now stood up straight.

Someone spat out, "Pah! Shameless bastard! Stay away from me, don't bring me bad luck!"

A single spit triggered a chain reaction.

The few people who were just trying to curry favor with Zhang Cuihua now wish they had two more legs to run far away.

Wang Guifen knelt on the ground, listening to the harsh curses around her and looking at the contemptuous eyes. She wanted to curse back, but with rags stuffed in her mouth, she could only let out pitiful "woo woo" screams.

The pride she valued most in her life, the prestige she longed to flaunt, was trampled into the mud by that three-year-old brat at this very moment.

Zhang Cuihua's face turned pale, and her body trembled like a leaf. She looked at the two fierce-looking militiamen, then at her mother-in-law and brother-in-law who looked like mush, and only one thought ran through her mind!

Don't jump into this fire pit!

"I don't know them! We separated a long time ago!" Zhang Cuihua shrieked, turning to try and squeeze through the crowd. "I don't know these convicts!"

"Stop!" Zhao Dezhu shouted.

"Where's Meng Jingui? Tell him to get out here! This whole family will live in the cowshed from now on! The brigade won't give them a single extra grain of food. If they want to eat, they'll have to do the dirtiest and hardest work! Anyone who dares to help them is going against the brigade and against the policy!"

Zhang Cuihua's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

From now on, in this whole area, everyone who mentions the Meng family will spit on them. Forget about their son getting married, it's hard to say whether they'll even be able to hold their heads high in the village.

Upon hearing Zhao Dezhu's verdict, Wang Guifen's eyes rolled back, and she fainted from anger and grief.

But no one helped her up.

The militiamen escorting the truck didn't hold back either, grabbing a bucket of cold water from the well next to them and splashing it on the truck with a "splash".

"Stop pretending to be dead! Get up and get to work!"

The sun in Mengjia Village was scorching hot, making people feel uneasy.

Meanwhile, in the military compound hundreds of miles away, it was dinnertime.

An irresistible aroma of meat wafted from the Gu family's courtyard.

Meng Yaya sat on a high stool, her two short legs swinging back and forth, holding a big white steamed bun in her hand, her cheeks bulging from eating.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Gu Changfeng picked up a piece of juicy braised pork for her, his eyes so gentle they could melt your heart, showing no trace of his ruthless nature.

Lin Wanrou came out carrying a large bowl of cabbage and tofu soup, her face beaming with a smile she had never shown before.

"Mom, do you think Grandma and the others have arrived home yet?" Meng Yaya swallowed the meat in her mouth, blinked her big eyes, and asked innocently.

Gu Changfeng paused with his chopsticks, then ladled a bowl of soup for his wife, his tone as calm as if he were simply remarking on the pleasant weather.

"We've arrived. Secretary Zhao just called and said the whole village went to welcome us; it was quite a grand occasion."

Lin Wanrou was taken aback for a moment, then understood what "welcoming" meant.

She lowered her head, took a sip of the hot soup, and her eyes welled up with tears.

In the past, in Mengjia Village, such scenes of the whole village watching usually involved Wang Guifen cursing while she was bowing her head and being cursed.

But now, the tables have turned.

"They brought it on themselves," Lin Wanrou said softly, her tone devoid of any sympathy, only conveying a sense of relief.

"Right! What's that saying again?" Meng Yaya shouted, holding up her greasy little hand, her childish voice ringing out, "Evil will be punished, it's just a matter of time before it comes, but when it does, it'll all be over!"

Gu Changfeng was amused and reached out to gently pinch her little nose: "That's 'full coverage,' not 'reimbursement.' Where did you learn these words at such a young age?"

"I learned it from my godfather!" Meng Yaya said matter-of-factly. "My godfather said that you have to be ruthless when dealing with bad people, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!"

The courtyard was filled with laughter and cheerful voices.

……

In the dilapidated cowshed in Mengjia Village, where drafts were coming from everywhere, Wang Guifen woke up.

It was pitch black all around, with only the sound of mice crawling by.

The straw beneath her was damp and moldy, making her skin itch all over. Her stomach was growling with hunger, but there wasn't even a sip of cold water.

She wanted to cry, but she had already run out of tears.

She recalled Meng Yaya's sickeningly sweet smile and her meaningful mouth movements as she left.

A bone-chilling cold shot straight from the soles of my feet to my head.

That little brat... he's not human at all! He's a ghost sent to claim lives!