She Only Cares About Cultivation

As a result, these people didn’t say a word and started rummaging through everything.

An Yi wanted to step forward, but a few women blocked her way.

"Teacher An, if you’re innocent, just stay put. Once everyone’s done checking, they’ll naturally ask for your explanation!"

An Yi raised an eyebrow, "Oh, are you holding a grudge because I didn’t let your kid play with the toys last time? You’re pretty resourceful, coming up with this trick to deal with us. Fine, I’ll wait, and once you’re done checking, we’ll settle this together."

She casually pulled up a stool and sat under the eaves, watching coldly with a half-smile while holding the child.

As they searched each place, countless heads poked over, and some people looked at her with a sinister smile, as if her good days were coming to an end. They felt an inexplicable excitement, but the result left them deeply disappointed.

Aside from finding some wild vegetables she brought home, some coarse grains, pickled cabbage and radish, potatoes, and sweet potatoes preserved for the winter, there was nothing else. Her life wasn’t even better than others, yet their appearance didn’t look like they had suffered hardships, so there must be something else hidden at home.

"Not satisfied? Then dig three feet into the ground. Anyway, if you destroy my house, you’ll have to restore it. You just can’t stand seeing my family doing well when your own life is a mess and you don’t even tidy up. Last year in the field, I harvested how much grain? You can figure it out yourselves."

"I raised the child Qiuxia and her sisters brought home, and helped Qiuxia and her sisters find their footing. Are you jealous? Using this method to deal with me? I’m telling you, I’m not afraid. In fact, I find it funny. You can’t have the grapes, so you’re saying the grapes are sour. Actually, whether ours are sweet or sour, you know nothing about it."

An Yi’s words provoked the women into a fury, they grabbed scissors and went to cut the bedding and children’s clothes.

As a result, the bedding they opened was filled with black cotton, clearly aged. The child’s cotton-padded jacket, while made of new fabric, had cotton inside that had already turned yellow. The only valuable things in the house were probably the few chickens.

But keeping chickens was allowed, so they couldn’t find fault with that.

This was a surprise inspection; she couldn’t have been prepared for it. The people in the village seeing nothing was found didn’t believe it and insisted on checking the sisters’ home.

An Yi said nothing, opened the door, and let them search.

"Inspect if you want, but don’t throw things around. How you throw them out, you put them back. We haven’t committed a crime, and you have no right to treat us this way."

In the end, there was nothing to find in the sisters’ impoverished home either. As the inspection team was about to leave, An Yi took out her war victim certificate.

"I now demand you check house to house. As for what you’re verifying, you know in your hearts. We found nothing in our home, what about others? How can some people make baseless accusations against others while exempting themselves? Now, immediately, announce that everyone’s doors will be open and no one is allowed in; search each house thoroughly. If you find anything that doesn’t match the household’s situation, detain it all. They like to report others? I can do it too. If you don’t comply, I’ll go to the county and accuse you of abuse of power. And by the way, I won’t go to the village’s elementary school anymore; I’m not being a public teacher. It’s not about steaming the buns, it’s about standing up!"

"Oh dear, Teacher An, you’ve misunderstood. We didn’t mean it like that,"

"I don’t care what you mean. Now immediately search the entire village, no one is to go home, no one is to leave my sight. I want to witness if the people in this village are truly clean!"

An Yi’s words were powerful, already making some people’s faces change. Anyone who tried to run away couldn’t escape her scrutiny.

While she persisted here, the others’ expressions weren’t any better, even those leading this were not so clean at home themselves?

Who hasn’t hidden something before? If they really found a thing or two, then what?

An Yi knew, she noticed a trace of pleading in the secretary’s expression toward her, waiting for her to give him a way out. An Yi still needed to live in this village, so she didn’t want to offend everyone. In the end, she targeted the three families that reported her. Whoever felt guilty, she could tell through micro-expressions and Mind Reading Technique. For someone who learned Demon Art, handling this wasn’t difficult.