Lin Jiaxiao, upon hearing his wife's words, immediately abandoned the idea of seizing the carriage. Waving his fists, he signaled the men to start smashing things up. There wasn't much in the yard to begin with. If there was anything at all, it was the chicken coop in the corner and two slabs of tofu in the cool area outside the kitchen that hadn't been loaded onto the carriage yet. Without exception, all were destroyed by Lin Jiaxiao and his group, the tofu pieces thrown on the ground, trampled recklessly by the dirty feet of these ignorant louts, which pained Lin Yuan deeply. Yet, she was surrounded by the women of the village. It wasn't that she couldn't fight them off, but after all, they were from the same village. Some had even brought food to her when her family had nothing to eat. She didn't want to completely sever ties with them.