"Grandpa! Grandma!" Chiang Xiao had wanted to rush toward them as soon as she heard Chiang Songhai's call, but three men blocked her way, one of them even clutching a stone, his gaze as ferocious as a wolf's.
Chiang Xiao recognized these men; they were well-known loafers in the village and a few ne'er-do-wells from neighboring villages who usually hung around with them. During the chaotic period when the country was in turmoil, these were the people who caused havoc in the village, fighting, stealing, snitching, groping young wives, committing all sorts of wrongdoing amidst the chaos.
In recent years, the situation had changed, and they had become somewhat restrained.
But nature is hard to change, and these men still idled about every day, stealing chickens and dogs, gathering every night to gamble. If not for Secretary Yao and the people from the militia building keeping them in check, who knows what they could have done.
