Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Yun Huai'an's words are blatant shamelessness.

Yun Huaikang was already so angry that his face turned red, and he was about to curse when Gan Yuwan grabbed his sleeve.

Gan Yuwan didn't speak, but simply shook her head gently at him, glancing at both sides of the road.

Yun Huaikang followed her gaze and a chill ran down his spine.

The way the homeless people on the roadside were looking at him had changed. Just a moment ago, their eyes were numb and empty, but now they looked like a pack of starving wolves suddenly smelling meat. He instantly understood where the problem lay.

Five hundred taels of silver—his foolish older brother had shouted that at the top of his lungs, and all the refugees on the road had heard it.

Five hundred taels! For people who had been starving for days, this amount was no different than throwing a piece of bloody meat into a pack of wolves. If these refugees were to suddenly become aggressive and swarm forward, they would lose more than just money; in this desolate village road, there wouldn't even be anyone to send a message.

Yun Huaikang's back was soaked with sweat, which had soaked through his undershirt, but his expression suddenly changed.

His shoulders slumped, his back bent, and he sighed pitifully, "Brother, what are you talking about? Where would I get five hundred taels of silver? If I had five hundred taels of silver, would I still be driving this broken oxcart?"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted the head of the old ox in front of him, then continued with a wry smile.

"Brother, have you forgotten? I bought this old ox from you on credit. Oh! Haven't I paid you back yet?"

Yun Huai'an was taken aback, frowned and thought for a moment, and it seemed that there was indeed such a thing.

When his family's old ox became too weak, his second brother came to borrow it, and he did him a favor.

I gave it to my second brother on credit, saying it would be 800 coins.

Later... later, the second brother had actually paid back the money, but at this moment he saw that Yun Huaikang seemed to have forgotten.

Before he could finish his thought, Liang Dahua blurted out, "Right, right! Your second brother owes us eight hundred cash for that old ox, and he still hasn't paid!"

Gan Yuwan was furious.

She returned the 800 yuan a long time ago; she even personally delivered the money to him. That old woman, Liang Dahua, is just lying through her teeth.

Before she could even utter a sound, Yun Huaikang grabbed her wrist, gave it a quick squeeze, and simultaneously gave her a meaningful look.

Gan Yuwan could only swallow the curses that were on the tip of her tongue and turn her head away without saying a word.

Yun Huaikang released her wrist, turned around and jumped off the oxcart, bending over and groping himself.

Finally, he found a pitifully empty money bag, emptied all the copper coins inside, and counted them one by one in his palm. He then took a deep breath and handed the eight hundred copper coins to Yun Huai'an.

Looking at his second brother's bitter face, Yun Huai'an suddenly felt refreshed.

He confirmed it; his second brother had truly forgotten. What else could this be but a godsend?

His mood immediately improved.

He stuffed the money into his pocket, raised his chin high, and waved his hand mercifully.

"Alright, since Second Brother's attitude is alright today, I won't hold it against you anymore. Don't you have something to do? Hurry up and leave, don't linger here."

He actually had something to do today too.

His eldest son, Yun Zide, caught the eye of a wealthy man in the county town, who wanted to take him as his son-in-law.

Although he was just a son-in-law, what kind of social standing did the wealthy man's family have? They were many times better off than farmers.

So the whole family was dressed neatly today; the woman wore a silver hairpin in her hair, and he himself had changed into an unpatched robe.

The oxcart was also loaded with a lot of betrothal gifts: several boxes wrapped in red cloth were neatly stacked, along with several bags of grain and cured meat.

This is something to show off to the wealthy man; nothing can be missing.

Time was actually quite tight, and he didn't want to waste too much time with his second brother on this shabby road.

Yun Huaikang readily agreed, bowing and scraping as he went over to separate the two oxcart wheels that were stuck together.

He put in a lot of effort, pushing and pulling, sweat beading on his forehead, before finally managing to separate the cars.

Then he stepped back to the side of the road, bent over, and watched his elder brother's oxcart pass by first.

Yun Huai'an arrogantly cracked his whip, and the oxcart creaked and groaned as it set off on the road.

Liang Dahua, sitting in the car, turned around and glared at him, letting out a snort.

Yun Linlin sat in the car with her head tilted back, as if she didn't see her second uncle and aunt.

Only Yun Yaya nodded apologetically to Yun Huaikang and Gan Yuwan.

Yun Huaikang stood by the roadside and watched the oxcart turn the corner and disappear from sight before he composed himself and drove away.

Before setting off, he glanced back at the homeless people on the roadside.

The burly men with the most hostile gazes had already shifted their eyes from their oxcarts and were now staring intently in the direction where Yun Huai'an's oxcart had disappeared. Their eyes were too terrifying for him to bear looking at.

His older brother is such a fool. What time is it now? There are refugees everywhere and starving people everywhere. Even glancing at them on the street could cause trouble. But he's loaded up a cart with good stuff, and his whole family is dressed in gold and silver. They practically want to write "I'm rich" on their foreheads and parade around.

But then again, doesn't he know his older brother's personality well? He's always been one to show off, flaunt his achievements, and save face.

He always walks around the village three times before going home to wear new clothes. Judging from this, his older brother must have some good news today. I just wonder if the good news will turn into bad news...

Gan Yuwan suddenly whispered, "You acted quite convincingly just now."

His tone sounded like he was ashamed of Yun Huaikang, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

Yun Huaikang snorted, and the corners of his mouth curved up.

Just after 9:00 AM, the oxcart arrived at Ganjiacun.

Before even entering the village, Yun Huaikang sensed a different atmosphere.

At every crossroads and under the big locust trees at the village entrance, there were young men guarding the area. Some carried machetes, some held wooden sticks, and some only had a carrying pole in their hands, but they were all young men.

Every unfamiliar face that comes in is questioned, and even familiar faces are greeted before being allowed to pass.

The village appeared peaceful, but everyone was on edge, knowing that tonight would be tough.

The guard at the village entrance happened to be Gan Yuwan's cousin, named Gan Sanxi. He was a big, burly man. When he saw the oxcart coming, he glared at it for a moment, but relaxed after recognizing the person.

Yun Huaikang tightened the reins, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "Third cousin, how is it?"

Gan Sanxi frowned and glanced behind him before lowering his voice to speak.

"There really are a lot of refugees. They started gathering here last night, in small groups, and haven't made a move yet. But the number is increasing. I counted this morning, and there were over a hundred people squatting by the woods south of the village alone..."