From afar, I saw a group of disheveled villagers at the door, some holding sticks, some holding hoes, but most of them were barehanded, all poised for confrontation.
The situation looked troubling, as if they were going to cause a stir. It seemed dangerous, prompting Wan Chu'er to quicken her steps.
At the front were the parents of Zhang Xiaoqiang, their necks stretched and spittle flying as they loudly argued with the armed sentry on duty.
Someone with sharp eyes saw Wan Chu'er and a soldier approaching and shouted loudly in the direction of Wan Chu'er.
Then the crowd became even more agitated, and the parents of Zhang Xiaoqiang began to shout as well.
"It's her, it's that stinking woman who beat up my son."
"And she kidnapped Xiao Huaili, that kid from our village."
Wan Chu'er quickly reached the door. She didn't rush to speak. Standing inside the family area behind the two sentries, she silently watched the villagers before her.
