Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

"In broad daylight, in the heart of the capital, how dare they rob people?"

"You fucking don't even know how to write the word 'death,' do you?"

He had no interest in arguing with Jia Zhangshi; he was already quite annoyed.

Jia Zhangshi was kicked to the ground, rolling like a gourd. She then sat on the ground, patting her hips and crying out, "Oh my god! Murder!"

"That peasant's murderous rampage! He won't even spare an old woman like me!"

"Old Jia, come up and take a look! The neighbors in this courtyard are just standing by and watching me get bullied!"

"There isn't a single good person among them—"

Qin Huairu quickly stepped forward to intervene, saying to Jia Zhangshi, "Mom, please stop making a scene. My dad and the others aren't here to see me—"

She tried to explain, but Jia Zhangshi slapped her across the face.

—Snap—

"What are you saying, you slut?! I'm making a scene? Am I making a scene? I got beaten up by your Qin family's relatives! Were you secretly laughing while watching me get beaten up by your relatives?!"

"You just wait and see, this is Beijing, this is the Jia family's territory, not your Qin Family Village!"

"It's not your place to make decisions for the Jia family!"

Jia Zhangshi had been upset outside and was taking it out on Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu was stunned, and tears streamed down her face.

"Mom, what are you saying? I... I just wanted to help you up..."

Madam Jia was still furious. She didn't dare do anything to the Qin family because there were many of them, but she felt it was only natural to bully Qin Huairu. So she kept pinching Qin Huairu, saying, "I'll teach you to help me up, I'll teach you to talk back, you're definitely secretly laughing to yourself—"

"Ouch! Mom, it hurts!"

Zhang Dabiao had absolutely no intention of getting involved in the Jia family's affairs. Qin Dingsong, the clan chief of Qinjiatun, knew about Qin Huairu's broken engagement and had spoken out, so he simply pretended that Qinjiatun didn't exist and ignored it.

But Qin Mancang couldn't do that. No matter what, she was his sister, his own sister, who had raised him from childhood.

Qin Dashan also held back with a dark expression; he couldn't afford to be intimidated by Zhang Dabiao's frown at this moment.

But Qin Mancang couldn't hold back any longer and looked at Zhang Dabiao pleadingly, "Uncle Dabiao..."

Zhang Dabiao turned his head away indifferently: "Do whatever you want, it's none of my business."

That means—it's tacitly approved.

Finally, Qin Dashan and Qin Mancang couldn't hold back any longer. They turned around and rushed over, giving Jia Zhangshi a good beating!

Seeing Jia Zhangshi being kicked on the ground and howling in pain, Zhang Dabiao chuckled.

He ignored the Jia family and Qin Huairu; that was his business.

The clan chief and village head of Qinjiatun gave their opinion, and that was enough.

Although he hoped so, Zhang Dabiao did not force everyone to encourage Qin Huairu's right.

Besides, the Jia family is just an NPC to him now, something to amuse him, and there's no need to pay them any attention.

As for Qin Dashan's family, if Qin Mancang and Qin Dashan could tolerate their sister (daughter) being bullied by their mother-in-law, Zhang Dabiao really wouldn't dare to hire such people.

After all, they are related by blood. And what would it be like if the younger brother, who lives in the same courtyard, didn't dare to stand up for his older sister?

Even Qin Jingru joined in and kicked Jia Zhangshi twice—"You dared to bully my sister! You dared to bully my sister!"

"My daughter married into your family and bore your children, not to be your servant! If I ever find out you've hit my daughter again, I'll beat you every time I see you!"

"Jia Zhangshi, if you fucking hit my sister again, I'll burn your house down!"

After being beaten, Jia Zhangshi ran away with her head in her hands, and finally ran back to the front house, where she bolted the door.

Where the hell can I go to seek justice?

I hit my own daughter-in-law, and they started hitting her without saying a word?

Is there no justice or law left?!

Jia Zhangshi hid at home, huddled under the covers, feeling utterly wronged. She vowed to teach Lao Yi and Dongxu a lesson when they returned!

As for calling the police—

She doesn't even dare to leave the house now.

Inside the courthouse, Qin Huairu cried again, whether from feeling wronged or moved, it was hard to tell.

Qin Dashan said with a stern face, "Huai Ru, you... you'd better watch yourself."

Qin Mancang stubbornly replied, "Sister, I can't control what happens in other things, but if she tries to hit you, come find me. I'll make sure she pays the price!"

Just as Qin Huairu was about to say something, Qin Dingsong spoke up.

"Dashan, Mancang, what are you dawdling about?"

"Get your ass over here right now!"

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After everyone took their seats in the stable, Qin Jingru poured hot tea for them and then withdrew to prepare the meal.

Zhang Dabiao handed out cigarettes to everyone, while Qin Dingsong, seeing that there were no other people around, handed a large sack to Zhang Dabiao.

"This is prepared separately for you; see if it's enough money to buy food."

Zhang Dabiao opened the box with a puzzled look—several porcelain pieces bound with straw and rope, several ancient scroll paintings, and a small wooden box. Inside were two gold ingots and a pile of Yuan Shikai silver dollars!

Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up.

"Master, that's enough!"

"You're giving me way too much!"

"How could I possibly accept this?"

"But next time you transport them, you'll have to wrap them in several layers; these treasures are very precious."

Qin Dingsong clipped the filter to his ear, reluctant to smoke it, and continued puffing on his own pipe. He said sternly to Zhang Dabiao, "You little rascal, you call me 'Master' when there's something in it, and 'Old Man' when there's nothing in it."

"I see now, you're the kind of person who uses people only when they need them and then discards them when they don't!"

Zhang Dabiao, however, shamelessly grinned and said, "Master, look at what you're saying. You were the ones who plotted against me first."

"You all know how precious food is these days. I help you get food, so you should at least give me some compensation, right?"

"It's one thing and another thing. As your disciple, I haven't shortchanged you at all in terms of your filial piety, have I?"

What is face?

Can shamelessness be exchanged for gold, antiques, and ancient paintings?

What do you need him for!

Qin Dingsong tapped the sole of his foot with his tobacco pipe; the stem was a bit sticky and he couldn't pull it out.

"The other bags contain some mountain produce that the villagers have collected, as well as some game that your Uncle Pi has hunted. You can help exchange them for grain, which is in addition to the 2000 jin."

"Let's discuss how to transport the grain together again."

"Mancang, do you still recognize the people who looted the grain that day?"

Qin Mancang was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Clan leader, they were all wearing masks, so I couldn't tell."

"The people who took me to the hospital also reported it to the police, but the police said that this kind of thing happens frequently recently. They can only say that they will try their best to find it, but they cannot guarantee that they will be able to find it. Moreover, even if they find it, they may not be able to recover the grain."

The group silently smoked, each understanding the situation.

The first thing they did after stealing the grain was to share it. Even if the police caught them, they couldn't possibly take the grain out of their stomachs.

If you can recover half of it, that would be considered extremely lucky.

To put it bluntly, if this was really done by the brigade, even if the police find out and the whole brigade surrounds the police, and you say that the grain that has already been distributed to everyone is stolen goods and needs to be taken back, you'll see if you can take it back.

These days, having food is like having your life!

300 jin of grain! Everyone was sighing and complaining. This is a huge loss.

Qin Mancang hesitated for a moment, but still revealed some information.

"Chieftain, judging from the accent, the one leading them looks a bit like—Huang Daya from Xiagezhuang."

Qin Dingsong suddenly froze, then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Are you sure?!