Legendary King of Soldiers

Ye Xiaoxuan could no longer remember how many times he had come to the gate of Village Secretary Chen Jiatang’s house. Half a year ago, his father, Ye Aba, broke a leg when the ancestral hall was being demolished and a crumbling wall collapsed on him. The township compensated with ten thousand yuan, but Ye Aba only received two thousand as “hush money”—the rest had been embezzled by the village secretary!

“Uncle Chen, we’ve already spent over six thousand just on medical bills, and three thousand of that is borrowed money. Didn’t the township already grant ten thousand? I heard it’s already been sent to the village, so please, just give it to us!” Ye Xiaoxuan pleaded pitifully, gazing at Chen Jiatang who was slurping noodles in the courtyard.

Chen Jiatang’s wife, Zhang Cuizhi, called out sarcastically from the kitchen, “If someone gave you the money, go ask them for it! Why do you keep buzzing around our house all day like an annoying fly? I’m sick of you!”

Chen Jiatang’s fourteen-year-old son, Chen Tianhao, threw down his rice bowl and swaggered over, glaring at Ye Xiaoxuan with disdain. “When I say there’s no money, there’s no money! Get lost, you worthless piece of trash!”

Forcing a smile, Ye Xiaoxuan said, “Brother Tianhao—” But before he could finish, Chen Tianhao swung his arm and slapped him hard across the face. “Who’s your brother? Trash like you thinks you’re worthy of calling me brother? I’ll say it one more time—get lost, or I’ll cripple you just like your useless father, and then you’ll spend the rest of your days in bed!”

Ye Xi