From last night until today, Hua Xiaomai always felt that the scene she was currently experiencing was exceedingly ridiculous.
Leading the group from Antai Garden, with Shopkeeper Zhu at the forefront, they didn't hold the slightest bit of "justice" but could strut around arrogantly everywhere simply because they had some money in their pockets; whereas they—including Pan Ping'an—hadn't done anything wrong, yet they had to sit at home, waiting as if facing a formidable enemy, only to have people coming to their door to provoke them.
Wasn't this absurd?
No matter in which era, such situations seemed inevitable. She had seen and heard enough, but that didn't mean that when things happened to her, she could remain calm.
In the afternoon, as the farmers took a break from their midday naps and were about to resume work, making the small village bustling once again, a squealing like that of slaughtering a pig suddenly came from the Pan Family's courtyard next door.