Soon, Zhang Xiaoshan reached the entrance of Luo Meili's two-story house.
By this time, quite a few people had already gathered here.
Many villagers were pushing their carts filled with the goods from the mountains and farm produce to sell to Luo Meili, who would then sell them in the city.
As a widow, Luo Meili had been getting by these years by purchasing agricultural and sideline products, which was a pretty decent business.
But at this moment, Luo Meili's doorstep was being blocked by someone.
The one blocking the door was Wei Bao.
Following him were several of his lackeys, and on the ground lay five or six workers covered in blood, howling in pain.
These were the workers hired by Luo Meili, all of whom Wei Bao had knocked down.
"Leave White Dragon Village immediately, or I will break your damn legs if you stay one more minute," Wei Bao shouted, brandishing a wooden baton at the workers.
