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

Half an hour later, at the Wang family compound in Houkou Village.

Wang Dali was holding a cleaver and splitting half a pork carcass in the yard. With a swift stroke, the bone broke.

Ye Xiaoyu led Chen Shujie and her son into the house.

Wang Guilan was sitting under the eaves picking vegetables when she looked up and saw Chen Shujie's appearance. She dropped the vegetable basket in her hand.

"Shujie, what happened to you?" Wang Guilan quickly went to greet her.

Ye Xiaoyu explained the matter in a few words.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Wang Dali stopped wielding the knife. He turned around, his large eyes fixed on Chen Shujie.

He walked to the whetstone, and with a "sizzle," rubbed the cleaver hard against the stone.

"Go," Wang Dali said in a low voice, tinged with a bloody stench, "call Jinbao and Xiaobao back."

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Wang Jinbao and Wang Xiaobao rushed back to the courtyard from the workshop.

After hearing the whole story, Wang Xiaobao didn't say a word. He turned around, grabbed a thick, eyebrow-length stick from the corner, and said, "I'm going to cripple those two beasts right now!"

"Stop!" Wang Jinbao shouted at him.

Wang Xiaobao retorted, "Brother! They're practically shitting on our heads! Can you really let this slide?"

Wang Jinbao, his face grim, walked to the eaves and wiped his hands with a cloth: "Who said we should just endure it? But we have to get to the heart of the matter. If you just rush over like this, it'll just be a brawl at best. Since they want to ruin us, then let's make sure they spend the rest of their lives in jail."

Wang Jinbao turned to Zhao Hu outside the door: "Zhao Hu, go to the county government office and find Magistrate Zhao. Tell him that robbers broke into the Yang family's rice shop. The eldest and second eldest Yang brothers took advantage of the mourning period to bully the orphan, forcibly broke into the house, beat the widow and her young child, and seized the family property. There are witnesses and physical evidence."

Chen Shujie was somewhat worried: "Brother, they are, after all, members of the Yang family. What if the government uses family matters as an excuse to shirk responsibility...?"

"Family matters?" Wang Jinbao sneered, his tone calm yet unquestionable. "It's only family matters if the family hasn't been divided yet. Didn't the third son divide the family property a long time ago? This rice shop is the third son's private property. They injured you and your son and forcibly occupied the shop. According to the law, this is open robbery! If they dare to do this, we'll do it again."

Wang Xiaobao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Big brother's got a sharp mind. So, what should I do now?"

Wang Jinbao patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Take those dozen or so retired veterans from the workshop to Yang's rice shop. Don't let anyone die before the constables arrive. The rest is up to you."

"Alright!" Wang Xiaobao picked up the stick and strode out.

Yang Jiye suddenly stood up and strode after him, saying, "Third Uncle, I'll go with you."

Wang Xiaobao stopped and looked at the boy. There were no tears in the boy's eyes, only a fierce determination.

"Okay, let's go." Wang Xiaobao put his arm around Yang Jiye's shoulder.

In Yong'an Prefecture, at the Yang Family Rice Shop.

The rain stopped.

The door of the rice shop was wide open, and several employees were busy tearing down the white cloth.

In the main hall, Yang Laosan's coffin sat in the center, without even a brazier.

Yang the eldest sat in his armchair, flipping through the account books, his mouth practically stretched to his ears: "Third brother has been secretly accumulating quite a bit of wealth these past few years."

Yang Lao Er fanned himself with a folding fan and took a sip of tea: "That Chen Shi is a fool, still hoping the Wang family will stand up for her. The Wang family is now so wealthy and powerful, they don't have time to care about the life or death of a married-out daughter. Besides, this is a family matter of the Yang family, and no one else has a right to interfere."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud "boom" resounded.

The heavy solid wood door of the rice shop was kicked open from the outside. Half of the door smashed onto the counter, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Old Yang was startled and dropped the account book on the ground.

Wang Xiaobao, holding his staff upside down, stepped over the threshold. Behind him followed fifteen expressionless men.

Yang Jiye stayed close to Wang Xiaobao.

"Who are you people! How dare you cause trouble at the Yang family's residence!" Yang Lao Er suddenly stood up, shouting with forced bravado, "Guards! Where are the guards!"

A dozen or so guards rushed out from the backyard, wielding sticks.

Wang Xiaobao didn't even bother with a word, and simply raised his chin: "Clear the area."

The fifteen veterans sprang into action instantly.

Disarm, knee kick, chokehold, elbow strike.

In just a few breaths, all of the dozen or so guards were lying on the ground, clutching their broken bones and groaning in pain. Not one of them could even get up.

Yang Lao Da and Yang Lao Er were completely dumbfounded.

Wang Xiaobao, carrying a stick, walked step by step towards the two of them.

"Wang...Third Master Wang..." Old Master Yang finally recognized Wang Xiaobao, his legs went weak, "This...this is a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding?" Wang Xiaobao sneered and swung his staff out suddenly.

Two crisp "snap" sounds.

"ah......"

Both Yang Laoda and Yang Laoer suffered shattered kneecaps at the same time, and the two screamed as they fell to their knees.

Wang Xiaobao grabbed Yang Laoda by the hair and dragged him to the coffin. Another veteran did the same, dragging Yang Laoer over as well.

"Kowtowing," Wang Xiaobao said coldly.

Old Master Yang convulsed in pain, his face covered in cold sweat: "Third Master, spare my life... We were just following the clan rules..."

Wang Xiaobao stepped on Yang Laoda's back and forcefully pressed his head onto the blue brick floor, making a dull thud.

"I didn't hear you clearly. Try doing it again according to the clan rules."

Yang Lao Er's crotch was soaked, and he frantically kowtowed on the ground: "Third Master! We were wrong! We don't want the rice shop anymore! We'll give it all back to my sister-in-law! Please, have mercy!"

Wang Xiaobao ignored him and turned to Yang Jiye: "Jiye, come here."

Yang Jiye walked to the coffin, his eyes cold as he looked at the two uncles who were lying on the ground begging for mercy.

"They slapped you, now you slap them back." Wang Xiaobao shoved a short stick into Yang Jiye's hand.

Yang Jiye gripped the short stick tightly and walked up to Yang Laoda.

Old Yang raised his head, his face covered in blood, still begging for mercy: "Jiye... Uncle was wrong... Please forgive Uncle..."

Without hesitation, Yang Jiye swung his short stick and smashed it hard into Yang Laoda's face.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Old Yang couldn't even scream anymore; he just fainted.

Yang Jiye threw down the stick and turned to look at Wang Xiaobao: "Third Uncle, I'm done."

Wang Xiaobao nodded approvingly: "Good lad, you've got guts."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps and the sound of a metal ruler being struck came from outside the door.

"Official investigation! Bystanders, please get out of the way!"

Two groups of constables rushed into the rice shop. The head constable had a knife hanging at his waist and a sharp look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Lao Er clung tightly to the constable's leg, crying out, "Officer! Help! The Wang family is abusing their power and committing violence in the street! Arrest them quickly!"

The constable glanced at Yang Lao Er, sneered, and kicked him away.

"Arrest them? We're arresting you!" The head constable drew his iron ruler. "We've received a report from the victim that Yang Da and Yang Er are suspected of taking advantage of the mourning period to bully the orphan, forcibly breaking into a private residence, beating the widow and her young child, and seizing family property. The order is that they be immediately arrested and brought to justice for rigorous interrogation!"

Yang Lao Er froze and collapsed to the ground.

The head constable walked up to Wang Xiaobao, cupped his hands in greeting, and said in a low voice, "Third Master, Master Wang has instructed that we take the man away, and he will be well taken care of in prison. You can take over this rice shop anytime."

Wang Xiaobao returned the greeting with clasped hands: "Thank you for your trouble."

Yang Jiye stood beside the coffin, watching the bailiffs drag the Yang brothers away, then turned to look at the gray sky outside the door.

From today onwards, he has no uncles, only his mother and the Wang family from Houkou Village.