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

Yun Huai'an got up from the ground and staggered a couple of steps to catch up.

Before the dust had settled, it covered his head and face, and he started cursing loudly.

"That damned beast!"

"You son of a bitch, you'll never have a son!" Every word I could think of was used.

What's the use of scolding them? They've already disappeared.

The oxcart, betrothal gifts, provisions, bundles, and even the silver hairpin with the large flower on the beam—all were gone.

Only a few deep tire tracks and Liang Dahua's dirt-covered front tooth remained on the road.

Liang Dahua slumped down on the dirt road, holding Yun Yaya in one arm and Yun Linlin in the other, and cried loudly to the sky.

"You heartless beast—you took so much of my stuff! How am I supposed to live now?! Aaaaaah—that was my son's dowry! That was my cow! It's all gone!"

Yun Yaya and Yun Linlin were also crying, but they only dared to cry quietly for fear of attracting more attention.

Yun Huai'an cursed for a while, then slumped to the ground in despair.

In that instant, it felt like my spine had been removed; my shoulders slumped and my eye sockets sunken.

Suddenly, he realized something, sprang up from the ground, and turned to rush towards Yun Linlin.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two hard slaps landed squarely on Yun Linlin's face.

Yun Linlin was knocked to the side by the blow, her face burning and swollen, and her ears ringing.

"You're a jinx!" Yun Huai'an cursed, pointing at her nose.

"Why did you have to take a dump? Huh? It's all your fault! If you hadn't insisted on taking a dump, the car wouldn't have stopped, and it wouldn't have been stolen! That was something your older brother was going to use to find a wife—all gone! Tell me! Tell me what to do!"

He was so angry he lost his mind; he had so much resentment and frustration that he had nowhere to vent it, so he was just grabbing anyone he could.

Yun Linlin ran right into the line of fire.

Yun Linlin was stunned by the beating, her face swollen high. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just lowered her head and cried with her shoulders shaking. She didn't dare to talk back or dodge.

Liang Dahua watched from the side, her mouth opening and closing slightly, her lips moving as if she wanted to pull Yun Huai'an back.

But then, an evil aura suddenly appeared, and she felt unlucky.

If this brat hadn't insisted on taking a dump, why would the car have stopped? And if the car hadn't stopped, how could it have been robbed?

She gripped the hem of her skirt, then turned her face away, remaining silent and refusing to look.

Yun Yaya nestled in her mother's arms, quietly reaching out to grab Yun Linlin's fingers. She didn't say anything, just held them tightly.

There were still many refugees scattered in the woods by the roadside, watching from afar as this family cried and fought.

Their eyes were empty, their faces expressionless, as if robbery was nothing unusual to them.

Indeed, along this journey, robbery and being robbed had become commonplace. No one intended to offer any help…

"Report this to the authorities!" Yun Huai'an gritted his teeth. "I refuse to believe that we can be robbed like this in broad daylight and have nowhere to seek justice!"

He spoke with conviction, and he certainly had some confidence in his words.

His son, Yun Zide, was a successful candidate in the imperial examinations and was registered in the county.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the county government office, upon hearing that it was the family of a scholar who had passed the imperial examinations who had been robbed, the yamen runners did not dare to be too perfunctory and politely invited them in.

The county magistrate showed his face, listened to the proceedings with a frown, and then slammed his gavel on the spot.

"This is outrageous! Men, go to the crime scene immediately! Make sure you apprehend the culprit!"

The two constables stepped forward in response, their swords clanging as they followed Yun Huai'an.

Upon reaching the official road, the two constables squatted down to examine the wheel tracks on the ground, then looked at the trampled grass by the roadside, and peered into the woods. Apart from a few clumps of fresh cow dung and scattered crumbs of wedding cakes, there wasn't a soul in sight.

One of the constables took out paper and pen and, as usual, asked about the time, place, stolen items, and the appearance of the criminals, writing them down on the paper.

After finishing writing, he tucked the paper into his pocket and patted Yun Huai'an on the shoulder: "Go back and wait for news. The government will send someone to inform you when there is news."

Seeing that they were finished, Yun Huai'an was extremely anxious. "Sirs, please...please look again! I have so many things! And my oxcart!"

That cost him a full twenty taels of silver...

"Besides, my eldest son is a successful candidate in the imperial examinations! You can't fool me like this!"

One of the constables immediately became unhappy.

"What are you talking about! How could we possibly fool you!"

Another constable quickly pulled him back and spoke to Yun Huai'an in a gentle tone.

"Brother, it's not that we're not doing our best. You've seen it yourself, the cases involving homeless people these past two days are piled up higher than the case file shelves. Just today alone, dozens of robbery and vandalism cases have been reported. Homeless people are everywhere, they rob and run, they're darting off in all directions, where are we supposed to catch them?"

"That's right, we made this trip because your family has a scholar who passed the imperial examination..." The rest is self-evident.

Hearing this, Yun Huai'an, though unwilling, could only accept his fate.

But the matter wasn't over yet; his son, Yun Zide, was still waiting at Liu Yuanwai's residence.

Yun Zide had been in the Liu residence for almost an hour, but his parents hadn't shown up at all.

He grew increasingly anxious, and the refined and polite smile on his face was almost impossible to maintain.

When talking to Master Liu, if someone asks, "Are your father and mother almost here?" he has to smile and reply, "Almost, almost here, there's been a slight delay on the way," while inwardly cursing his father eight hundred times over.

Unable to wait any longer, he found an excuse to leave the hall and hurried to the gate of the mansion to look outside.

The alleyway was deserted, and he was wondering about it when he suddenly caught a glimpse of several figures huddled at the street corner.

Upon closer inspection, who else could they be but his parents?

Yun Huai'an stood on the street corner with his neck hunched over, a large tear in the hem of his robe, and a dried bloodstain on his face; Liang Dahua had disheveled hair, a missing front tooth, and was holding two daughters with messy hair in her arms. The family of four looked like refugees.

Yun Zide's face turned green on the spot.

He rushed over, taking three steps at a time, and asked in a low voice, "What happened? Why are you all like this? Where's the car? Where are the betrothal gifts?"

Yun Huai'an sighed and recounted what had happened on the road.

With each sentence, Yun Zide's face grew increasingly grim, until by the time he had heard everything, his face was ashen.

"Robbed them all?" he squeezed out the three words through gritted teeth.

Liang Dahua nodded, a sob escaping from her gap-toothed mouth. Before she could even cry, Yun Zide glared at her, telling her that she couldn't cry in front of a wealthy man's mansion.

Yun Zide clenched his fists, his palms sweating so much that his sleeves were soaked.

But what could he do?

Master Liu was still sitting inside. He had worked hard to get this marriage, and if he stood him up today, he could forget about ever coming back.

He took a deep breath, his mind racing, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Come with me..."