The very wound that he had inflicted on himself, not long before, had been stitched up by Dong Huiying, one stitch at a time. But how long had it been? Merely a quarter of an hour, not even half an hour, and the wound had healed? He even began to doubt whether he had been dreaming. Yet the blood on the ground and his collar served as clear and definite proof; he had indeed been injured, but the wound had also truly healed. Shocked, he remained in a daze for a long time, unable to snap back to reality. "Big brother, what happened to your clothes?" After cleaning the bloodstains in the cellar, Zhi Chen emerged to find his fifth brother Yue Ning staring at him with wide eyes. Zhi Chen touched his collar and said with a natural expression, "It’s been quite hot lately. I was wearing too much on my way back and might have overheated. I just had a nosebleed a moment ago." Yue Ning suspected nothing. Just then, the sound of an infant’s cries suddenly came from next door. With a puzzled face, Yue Ning said, "Could it be that the Wang family has returned?" Their home was situated beside the river, in a rather secluded location, yet there was a neighboring household surnamed Wang. However, previously, due to Dong Dabao’s notorious reputation, the Wangs were fearful and rarely showed themselves. Zhi Chen remembered encountering Aunt Wang, who was holding a baby, and her newly of age daughter Fubao when he returned to the village. His eyebrows twitched slightly, but then he thought no more of it. A sneaky figure carrying two jin of pork crept toward Liang’s courtyard. As the family had just gone to sleep, the figure, who seemed to be a sturdy and robust woman with a Willow Longbow on her back, looked around cautiously. She then took off a basket and stuffed the fatty pork into it before quietly placing the basket in front of the gate to Liang’s courtyard. After completing these actions, the figure, like a thief fearful of being discovered, silently and stealthily made her way out as she had come in. Next door, the Wang family’s infant was crying again, keeping Aunt Wang awake. Had it not been for the baby being a little girl, Aunt Wang probably wouldn’t have had the patience to soothe the child. After finally getting the child to sleep, Aunt Wang suddenly slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "Ah! How could I forget that?" She hurriedly shuffled in her shoes and dashed out the door. Peering around, Aunt Wang glanced toward the Liang’s. Seeing that all was quiet, she then caught sight of a small basket by the Liang’s gate. She swiftly snatched the basket and scurried back to her own house. In mountain homes, it was common to have a cellar for storing grain. The Wang family also had a cellar, but instead of grain, it was filled with piles of big and small baskets. Aunt Wang looked at the two jin of pork in the basket and then at the more than two hundred baskets nearly filling the cellar. She licked her lips, her small eyes brimming with secretive delight and greed. The next day, when Dong Huiying woke up, she noticed the weather seemed off, and it looked like it might rain. The Liang brothers were working the land. United in their efforts, they made quick work of the heavy soil that had been compacted over the winter, turning it over completely. Huiying wasn’t idle either when at home. She processed medicinal herbs and prepared various healing ointments. Around noon, she found Yixuan. Liang Zhi Chen, Liang Shujun, Liang Haoming, and Liang Yuening were out working. Besides Dong Huiying, only the second brother Shu Yu and the sixth brother Yixuan were at home.