When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

"Are you all mute? Weren't you shouting so loudly just now! You can't even discipline your own kids, yet you have the nerve to bang on other people's doors? Coming to cause trouble, well, well, you're all quite something!"

Since you can't educate your sons properly, then I, the clan head, will teach them myself. When we return, open the clan hall and, in front of our ancestors, I will teach you how to raise your sons!

"What are you all still standing here for? Haven't you embarrassed me enough? Get out of here!!!"

The old village chief, leaning on his cane, launched into a tirade of abuse at the men before him, who were bowing their heads, showing no mercy whatsoever, as if he were disciplining his own little brat.

As the clan leader of Sujia Village, he held an extremely high position. All the clan members in Sujia Village had to bow their heads before him and obey him obediently, daring not to disobey in the slightest.

To put it bluntly, if he wanted to, he could simply make a mark on the family tree and remove any member of the clan from the family in no time, taking back the Su surname and making them an outsider.

Su Daqiang, who had been scolded like a grandson, turned around silently, picked up his terrified son, and headed down the mountain without saying a word.

The other strong men were also silent, making their own trembling little brats tremble, just like the deathly silence before a storm.

When they return to the village, these mischievous kids will likely have to undergo another round of "fatherly love" education.

Given the current situation, these kids will probably be bedridden for at least ten days to two weeks.

The matter has escalated to such a great extent that everyone has been used as pawns by these unruly children, and the fathers' authority has been completely shattered.

The old village chief's heaving chest and rapid breathing indicated that he was in a terrible mood. His son and grandson were useless, and the near-disaster he had caused made him feel more exhausted than ever before.

This is why Su Ming's combat strength is outstanding, allowing him to easily deal with Su Daqiang and his group.

If it were someone who was physically weak and sickly, they would probably have been beaten half to death by Su Daqiang and other villagers who were unaware of the truth.

The old village chief sighed, looked at his worried daughter-in-law beside him, and gestured for her to follow first.

He had something else to tell Su Ming.

"Su Ming, the village has indeed wronged you in this matter. I apologize to you on behalf of those unruly brats."

The old village chief, leaning shakily on his cane, bowed to Su Ming.

Su Ming dodged to the side, avoiding the attack, his face remaining cold and stern, his eyes fixed on the old man before him with a deep, unfathomable gaze.

"You can leave now."

"Since you're here, let this old man offer incense to your grandfather."

The old village chief looked at the indifferent young man in front of him, his eyes somewhat dazed.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Su Ming did not refuse and simply stepped aside.

The old village chief walked into the house, looked at the simple environment, and remained silent. When he came to the coffin, he took out three sticks of incense and lit them.

His cloudy eyes stared at the black-and-white photograph on the coffin before him, at the silent, gaunt old man with sharp eyes. A glint of light gradually appeared in his eyes, as if he were recalling something.

After a long silence, he sighed, inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner, and walked outside.

Looking at the young man standing outside the door, rubbing the dog's head, a look of shame appeared on his face, and he said:

"Su Ming, I'll have the villagers deliver some supplies later, and we'll also install the broken door. If you need anything, just let me know..."

"No need, I don't need any of these. You can leave now."

Surprisingly, Su Ming, who was petting the dog's head, directly rejected his kindness.

The coldness in his tone was almost undisguised.

The old village chief became somewhat agitated at this moment.

"How can you do that? After all, you're part of the village too."

"Haven't the villagers always treated me like an outsider? How did I become part of their community?"

Su Ming stood up, looked directly at the old village chief, and said in a mocking tone.

When Su Daqiang came and banged on the door before, he revealed quite a lot of information!

At this moment, Su Ming had vaguely sensed that the village had a very special relationship with him, always treating him as an outsider and harboring a strange hostility.

[Rule Ten: For some reason, the villagers don't like you anymore and won't bring you supplies as before. You need to be self-sufficient and ensure your normal life.]

If it weren't for his indirect act of saving the village's safety this time,

The old village chief probably wouldn't have acted this way. He even specifically asked him what he needed.

If someone were truly so kind, they should have prepared it for him long ago.

The old village chief's excited expression froze, replaced by a mixture of shame and silence.

It's like I've aged several years in an instant.

His once straight figure had become slightly hunched.

He didn't explain, but simply walked silently down the mountain.

Some facts are destined to be difficult to explain.

Just as he was about to walk away, Su Ming's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Wait, I'm currently renovating and engraving the inscriptions at the Su family ancestral tomb. I'll have someone send over some gold and red lacquer. Of course, if they don't have any, that's fine too."

The old village chief paused, his cane hovering in mid-air, and his hunched body straightened slightly, as if he had been injected with vitality.

"I had the villagers deliver it before sunset."

Watching the old village chief's departing figure, Su Ming's cold and aloof demeanor also dissipated, as if he had taken off his disguise.

He yawned lazily, as if he were sleepy, and patted the silly dog ​​at his feet:

"Let's go back to sleep."

As a series of changes unfolded, viewers in China began to discuss them.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! When it comes to killing someone by destroying their spirit, it has to be my Brother Su! I knew Brother Su had some purpose in letting those brats go, and sure enough, it attracted the villagers. Now, those brats are going to suffer a lot."

"Hehe, those brats are a bunch of troublemakers who will kill people sooner or later. But thanks to Su Ming's actions, we've finally managed to remove the evil roots from their bodies."

"Rule Ten seems to be true. The villagers clearly harbor some unique malice towards the Chosen Ones. My personal guess is that it might be due to grudges from the previous generation!"

"That must be it. The grudges of the previous generation have affected the next generation. If Su Ming hadn't indirectly saved the village, I'm afraid the old village chief wouldn't have changed like this."

"Speaking of which, why didn't Brother Su take the opportunity to ask for supplies? Although there were offerings at the cemetery, they weren't exactly fresh, and he could have used the chance to ease tensions with the village. Instead, he asked for some paint?! This move is a bit hard to understand!"

"Heh, what do you know? It's better to let others take the initiative than to speak up yourself. There's a lot more to it than meets the eye; you should learn from this..."