Under Yang Gongbing's arrangements, Gu Zhongxun quickly got into the carriage to return to Youjia Village.
He rubbed his butt in the car and cried out in pain.
If he hadn't rolled skillfully, it would probably hurt even more.
It was late at night, but the villagers of Youjia Village were still busy repairing the tables, chairs and future that could still be used after being smashed by the guards.
The few families who had lost their silver and jewelry were even noisier.
The damage to Bai Wutong's house was also huge. Fortunately, she had put all the precious things into the RV space, so they were not plundered by the guards.
The kite that Chu Tianbao and Bai Wutong had made in the spring was also taken down from the wall by the guards. They threw it on the ground and stomped it to pieces.
Chu Tianbao was very sad. He did not understand why his wife did not let him deal with those people when he could have done so.
