TFWYH – Chapter 373 Shouting for Killing

Tang Wan: …

Girl, I really give up on you.

Good thing Madam Su is trustworthy — otherwise she would’ve suffered a huge loss!

Two thousand jin — that’s such a massive amount!

They’ve heard that Wutong Town has already been stripped bare. If the locust plague reaches Xiangxi Town, what then?

After a locust plague, there’s no grain for a long time. People might not even have enough for themselves to eat — and you still sold it off!

Seeing Tang Wan’s speechless expression, Ling Yue lowered her head guiltily. “Sister-in-law, I’m sorry. I was wrong!”

“It’s alright.” Tang Wan took a deep breath and rubbed her head, keeping her tone as gentle as possible. “People grow by making mistakes. Mistakes aren’t scary — refusing to correct them is. You meant well, so it’s not a grave fault. But from now on, think more about the consequences. Compassion is fine, but it must come after taking care of our own people first. Understand?”

“Yes, yes!” Ling Yue nodded quickly. “Sister-in-law, I understand. Then when will we sell the rest of our grain?”

Tang Wan shook her head. “Not for now. I just sent five hundred jin of stored grain from home to Qingyuan Yashe. At the moment, we only have the five thousand jin at the manor and fifteen hundred jin at home. Plus the beef jerky — I’ll go to the roasting house later and move it all over. The ovens at the manor are already built and can be used after this disaster passes. We won’t use the old roasting house anymore — we’ll move beef jerky production to the manor.”

Ling Yue nodded. “Alright, Sister-in-law!”

“Go start sprouting the beans — make plenty.”

“Got it!”

Ling Yue answered and ran out.

Tang Wan checked the sky — it was already very late.

She immediately called Li Dashan and Ling Sheng and went to the roasting house to move the beef jerky.

Beef jerky keeps well. There were more than a thousand packs stacked there, along with some marinated beef that hadn’t been roasted yet.

Fortunately, only one section of the roasting house had collapsed. Most of the jerky was stored in the outer room and hadn’t been affected.

As for the small portion that was damaged — there was no choice but to abandon it.

It took the three of them two trips to move everything back to the manor.

By then, dawn was already breaking, and Ling Yu returned with Su Xi and the others.

Tang Wan sent Su Xi to stay at Qingyuan Yashe, then went inside with Ling Yu.

Once they were alone, Ling Yu asked, “Have your father-in-law and the others come back?”

“They’re back. After a full day of exhaustion, they’re already asleep,” Tang Wan said, then frowned. “Husband, do you think there will be more aftershocks?”

“I don’t know.” Ling Yu shook his head calmly. “I’m not a god — how could I predict that?”

“I know — I was just asking casually. Natural disasters are merciless. With so many dead, I’m afraid of an epidemic outbreak. Be careful at the yamen — take proper precautions and make sure the bodies are handled quickly.”

When large numbers of corpses gather, an epidemic can break out within just a few days.

Xiangxi Town was already in terrible shape — first the earthquake, and no one knew whether the locust swarms would come next. If an epidemic followed, it would be hell on earth.

Ling Yu pulled her closer, looking slightly displeased. “You’re a married woman — just worry about your husband. I’ll handle those matters myself.”

… In her previous life, this had been her profession — occupational habit, alright?

Besides, she was worried he wouldn’t protect himself well enough and might be in danger.

Tang Wan touched her nose, a bit deflated. “Alright, husband. Do you think the court will send disaster relief?”

Ling Yu nodded. “They will.”

In his previous life, he had heard after the disaster that the one sent to Xiangxi Town for relief was the Second Prince.

Unfortunately, by then he was no longer in Xiangxi Town.

He could only hear the common people praising the Second Prince again and again.

Later he entered the palace and became the notorious Nine-Thousand-Year Lord.

Every time the Second Prince saw him, his expression was unpleasant.

In the end, with the Shadow Master’s help, the Second Prince personally killed him.

Thinking of this, Ling Yu smiled faintly, a flash of cold light slipping through his eyes.

Now he was waiting in Xiangxi Town for the Second Prince’s arrival. He was no longer the Nine-Thousand-Year Lord, and this time they would meet early.

He wondered whether the Second Prince would still react with the same killing intent when he saw him.