The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1161: Don’t, Please Don’t

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Don’t, Please Don’t

Was it he who let the villagers of Xinghua Village dig up the dead cattle on his property, or did he beg them to eat the dead beef? Old Wang clearly didn’t do anything, so why is it his fault when something goes wrong?

But, facing these victims, how could he say such a thing?

"Heh heh."

Although the prefect couldn’t say these words, Lin Caisang had no such qualms.

"Today, I’ve truly witnessed what it means for the thief to shout ’catch the thief’. In my opinion, the families of you people don’t need treatment at all; if they die, they deserve it!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, where did we go wrong?"

"How can you, a young girl, be so malicious, actually cursing our entire village? You’re the one who deserves to die!"

"If it weren’t for the fact that you came with the prefect, we would have chased you out of the village long ago. How dare you be so arrogant in front of us? Keep talking nonsense, and we won’t be easy on you with the tools in our hands!"

The villagers, upon hearing her words, were unhappy, and began to curse and scold Lin Caisang.

"Fellow villagers!"

The prefect was also angered by them, not knowing what to say anymore.

"Tsk."

Lin Caisang let out a scoff.

"If that’s the case, prefect, it seems this trip was in vain for me as well. I will take my leave now, as if I had never been to this godforsaken place."

Saying this, she prepared to leave.

The task he had taken on was to cure the people within Wan County, but the people who had been poisoned in Xinghua Village were poisoned later on.

She had communicated with Jizhu Prefect already; these people were not within the scope of her treatment, which is to say, even if the families of these people were poisoned to death, it would not affect the completion of her task.

"No, please don’t."

The prefect was frightened to see Lin Caisang about to leave.

"Miss Lin, you can’t go. These poisoned villagers are counting on you to cure them! If you leave, what will they do?"

Although these villagers were certainly ungrateful, they were still living human lives. Surely, we can’t just say we won’t save them and be done with it, right?

"What do their life or death have to do with me?"

Lin Caisang halted, her cold gaze sweeping over each of them.

"Was it I who told them to dig up the buried dead cattle? Or was it I who told them to covet those small gains they shouldn’t have coveted? Or perhaps it was Uncle Old Wang here in this residence who, beating drums and gongs, told them to dig up and eat the dead cattle?

Look at them, each one of them—their own misdeeds have led to them being poisoned, yet they want to place the blame on others. How much nerve do they have?

In my view, all these people are not afraid of death; since they are not afraid of dying, let them all go to their deaths then. Why save them? To waste my medicine? They knew it was something they shouldn’t eat, yet they secretly dug it up and ate it. When a problem arose, they came to cause trouble for others.

Will anyone tell Miss Lin, was it Uncle Old Wang who told you to dig up and eat his buried dead cattle? Or did he himself take a hoe and dig out the dead cattle, clean it up, and portion out the meat chunk by chunk for each of your families to eat?

Hmm?!"

Towards the end, her eyes turned icy as she glared at everyone present.

"With the likes of you, you still have the face to cause trouble at the home of the victim. Uncle Old Wang didn’t have you reported to the county office and that’s already generous! Shameless things, do you even deserve to be called human beings?"