His wife must still be waiting for him at home; he needed to hurry and carry the water back.
But just as Xiao Changyi finished drawing a bucket of water, he saw his wife charging towards him with a kitchen knife, looking ready to kill. He paused briefly before curving his lips in a barely visible smile and asked, "What are you doing with a kitchen knife?"
"I was planning to kill a pig, but..." Glancing at the twelve men lying on the ground, twisted in agony, An Jing said with a smile, "Now it’s not necessary."
The twelve men on the ground: "..."
Xiao Changyi then filled another bucket and, carrying the water, stepped over the men still lying on the ground.
An Jing watched her husband calmly walk over the bodies toward her, first stunned, then her face broke into a blossoming smile. Her husband was really something. Even though those men had moved aside fearfully to let him pass, he still treated their bodies as if they were the ground itself.
The men who had moved aside to give way but still got stepped on: "..." From now on, even if they were beaten to death, they would never dare to mess with this Star of calamity; he was way too frightening!
When Xiao Changyi reached An Jing, he said, "Let’s go home."
"Yes, let’s go home." An Jing smiled and nodded, then turned around to walk home with Xiao Changyi.
The twelve men guarding the well were injured, all by Xiao Changyi, and each one was seriously hurt, not just slightly. The village doctor said they needed both internal and external treatment and wouldn’t recover for at least a month.
Upon hearing this news, everyone gasped in horror.
Keep in mind, these twelve men were the youngest and strongest in the village, and they were all brought down to such a state by One Person, Xiao Changyi? How terrifying! No wonder Xiao Changyi managed to come back alive from the battlefield!
"Village head, my son has been beaten to this state, are we just going to let it go?" One parent raged.
"Yeah," another parent added, "He hit too hard. We’re all so poor; a month’s worth of medical expenses could ruin us! We can’t just let it go!" The poor fear illness the most, for they can’t afford it.
"Ruin us?" A parent cried, "We could ruin ourselves and still not afford a month’s worth of medicine for my son, maybe not even half a month. Besides, it might be more than a month; the doctor said at least a month."
"I don’t have enough for the medicine either!" another parent angrily chimed in, "Village head, we only have this one son, and he got beaten for the sake of the village. The village needs to pool money for his treatment!"
Immediately, some people were displeased: "Why should we pool money? So many couldn’t beat one person; you’re proud of that?"
"If you’re so capable, go fight him!" that parent grew even more furious.
The other parents grew angrier too: "It was decided by the village to send two people from each family. Now that something has happened, is the village not taking responsibility? We count on our sons to in our old age. If you dare let our sons die before us, making the elderly bury the young, we’ll fight you with our lives! The village must pool money for our sons’ treatment!"
Seeing the fierce looks of the parents ready to fight, those who were reluctant to contribute money didn’t dare to say anything. They all looked at the village head, hoping he would make a decision that satisfied both sides.
The village head let out a heavy sigh and then said gruffly, "Xiao Changyi was the one who hit them, so we’ll go to him for the medical and medicine fees."