A fierce wife enters the house: She helps up a house full of spineless people.

The smile on Chen Xinghua's face vanished instantly, and she almost dropped the door latch in her hand.

Seeing her like this, the old woman sighed repeatedly, her expression saying, "You're in deep trouble!" She continued, "That Wu Yecheng is a bottomless pit! I heard he owes the Black Tiger Gang over a hundred taels! He took thirty taels from you; he must have run away! Your courtyard is just a debt he's incurring! Quick, think of something, or you'll be in big trouble when those people come knocking!"

After the old woman finished speaking, she shrank back like a thief and closed the door tightly, as if afraid of being implicated.

The joy that had just risen in the courtyard because of the new home was instantly doused with a bucket of ice water and chilled to the bone.

"What? The Black Tiger Gang?" Wang Xiaobao exploded upon hearing this. "Damn it, that bastard Wu Yecheng dared to scheme against us!"

"I knew that kid wasn't a good person! He sold such a big courtyard for thirty taels without even haggling over the price. So that's what he was waiting for us to do!" Wang Dali angrily slammed his fist on the newly built earthen wall, sending dust flying everywhere.

For a time, people panic.

"What's the panic!"

Wang Jinzhu's clear, cool voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stabilizing force, instantly suppressing all the noise.

She glanced at the crowd, her face showing no fear, but rather a cold smile playing on her lips: "Thirty taels for such a big house, how could there not be a rip-off!"

She looked at Wang Dali, who was still furious: "Dad, don't be angry. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. They're just a bunch of thugs; what can they do to us?"

She turned to the group and clearly instructed them, "Get to work, tidy up the yard. Raise the walls higher, reinforce the gate. With so many of us, so many strong men, how can we be afraid of a few thugs?"

Seeing Wang Jinzhu's calm and composed demeanor, everyone's anxious hearts inexplicably calmed down. Indeed, the Wang family members, along with Chen Wangda and his group, were all used to physical labor. If it really came down to it, it was hard to say who would be afraid of whom!

"Tianfang," Wang Jinzhu pulled her husband aside and whispered, "Go out first thing tomorrow morning and wander around the most bustling area in the city center to see if you can find the 'Fuying' ship. Once you find it, send a message to the manager saying that Wang Jinzhu from Yongning County has arrived in the prefectural city and settled in Houkou Village in the west of the city. She has encountered a little trouble and would like to ask Young Master Liu for help."

Although Wang Tianfang didn't want his wife to trouble other men, what could he do when he was incompetent?

At that moment, everyone, young and old, worked together without taking a break. Some reinforced the doors, others raised the walls, and even tidied up the scattered stones and sticks in the yard. They were busy until dusk before the work finally looked somewhat complete. But that night, no one slept soundly, feeling as if they might hear someone banging on the door at any moment.

Wang Tianfang set off early the next morning.

At noon, a commotion of footsteps and shouts came from outside the courtyard.

"Bang!"

The newly reinforced wooden door shook violently, but it wasn't kicked open.

An angry curse rang out from outside the door, followed by an even more violent banging. After a few more blows, the latch groaned under the strain and was finally forced open.

Seven or eight men, wielding clubs and looking fierce, rushed in. The leader was a bald man with a hideous scar on his face, even more intimidating than the soldier at the city gate. He carried a large knife, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. He glanced sideways at the people in the courtyard and the oxcarts behind them, a glint of greed in his eyes.

"Damn it, that bastard Wu Yecheng really wasn't lying, there really are a few fat sheep!" Scarface spat. Yesterday, he caught Wu Yecheng, who had lost all his money, at the gambling den. After beating the kid up, he didn't hesitate to drag the others down with him.

"Who's in charge?" The bald, scarred man looked around, his gaze finally settling on the several oxcarts crammed full in the yard. A glint of greed flashed in his eyes. "Wu Yecheng owes our Black Tiger Gang several hundred taels of silver. You dare buy his yard? Then you can pay off his debt for him!"

The three Wang brothers and several men, including Chen Wangda, instinctively grabbed the wooden sticks and axes at hand and shielded the woman and child.

"We don't know any Wu Yecheng. We bought this courtyard with our own money, and we have the official deed!" Wang Dali stepped forward, his voice booming, showing no fear whatsoever.

"A property deed?" Scarface scoffed, patting his shoulder with the back of his knife. "I don't care about that stuff! I only care about money! Wu Yecheng owes us 120 taels. Since you've been staying in his courtyard, you're the ones who have to pay this debt! If you know what's good for you, hand over the money and leave those cartloads of stuff behind, and we'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strong gust of wind came straight at him!

Wang Jinzhu darted out like an arrow, and before anyone could react, she delivered a clean and decisive side kick, striking the nearest thug squarely in the chest.

"Snap!"

A clear cracking sound rang out, and the man, weighing 140 or 150 pounds, screamed and flew backward, knocking down two people behind him!

No one expected that this woman, who looked only slightly plump, would be so ruthless when she took action!

"Why waste words with them!" Wang Jinzhu's icy voice rang out, breaking the silence. "Fight them out!"

Wang Dali was the first to react, his blood boiling instantly. He roared, swung a wooden stick as thick as an arm, and smashed it down at the scarred man.

The three Wang family treasures also rushed forward with a roar. They had followed their father to slaughter pigs and sell meat since they were young, so they were very strong and fighting was a common occurrence for them.

Chen Wangda, Wang Shun, and Wang Gui were all hot-blooded men. Seeing this, they could not hold back any longer and grabbed their weapons to join the battle.

In an instant, sticks flew through the small courtyard, and screams filled the air.

The Black Tiger Gang usually bullied honest, ordinary people; they had never seen anything like this before. The group opposite them were all burly and strong, with a ruthless glint in their eyes. Their blows were brutal and heavy, each one hitting flesh!

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the outcome of the battle was decided.

Seven or eight thugs were all lying on the ground groaning. The one in the lead, Scarface, was in the worst shape. Wang Dali had hit him on the shoulder with a stick, and his arm was hanging down. The knife in his hand had also fallen to the side.

"Get out!" Wang Jinzhu stomped on Scarface's chest, looking down at him with eyes as cold as ice. "Go back and tell your boss that this yard now belongs to the Wang family. If you dare come back again, it won't be as simple as just losing an arm."

"Fine, fine! You've got guts! Just you wait! This isn't over!" Scarface, helped up by his companions, finished his threats with a fierce look and fled the courtyard in a sorry state.