Although he was poor in the past, he had at least eaten his fill. Now, it was different. Not only was he poor, he was also starving.

Shen Yijia did not like these people. From the moment they entered the village, these people had deliberately targeted them. Although she didn’t mock them, she didn’t sympathize with them.

She looked at Song Tiegen expressionlessly. “Village Chief, why are you here?”

Song Tiegen seemed to be freezing. He put his hand to his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of hot air. He rubbed his hands and said awkwardly, “Miss Song, let us in first.”

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes. “That won’t do. There are so many of you. If I let you in, what if something goes missing in the house? If you have something to say, say it quickly.”

There was a moment of silence.

The bone-chilling wind hurt their faces. Shen Yijia blocked the door, unmoved by Song Tiegen’s words.

She was not stupid. Madam Li kept saying, “How many people will die if this snow continues to fall?”

In the future, they would have to ration their food. In addition, Auntie Tian had come to their house to buy food previously, so she knew why they were here.

These people were hungry. However, the Song family was cooking right now, and no good would come from letting them in. She couldn’t beat them to death because of a bite of food. She would feel uncomfortable and disgusted if she couldn’t kill them when something went wrong.

It was best not to let anyone in.

Seeing that Shen Yijia was stubborn, Song Tiegen was a little dissatisfied. In the past, he had taken good care of this family, but now, he had a favor to ask.

He had no choice but to ask, “Where’s the man of the family? I need to talk to him.”

He did not want to tell Shen Yijia that she was too ferocious.

He still felt that the man in charge of the family was the one he could negotiate with. Compared to Shen Yijia, who killed people for no reason, he clearly felt that Song Jingchen was easier to talk to.

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes. “If you have something to say, just tell me. My husband has no time for you.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Jingchen’s voice came from behind. “May I know why the village chief brought so many people to look for a cripple like me?”

Shen Yijia frowned. She didn’t like to hear anyone call him a cripple, even if Song Jingchen said it himself.

She secretly glared at Bruiser, who was pushing Song Jingchen out, and Lin Shao, who held an umbrella over him.

Bruiser and Lin Shao stayed silent.

As soon as they saw Song Jingchen appear, everyone looked at him in unison. Without waiting for Song Tiegen to speak, an older villager howled, “Song family brat, you have to help the elders in our village.”

Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows. “I don’t remember having any relatives in this village. Did you come looking for the wrong person?”

Shen Yijia chuckled. How could her beautiful husband not understand? He was simply putting on an act.

The villager turned red and muttered, “No matter what, your surname is still Song. The fact that we’re from the same sect can’t be changed.”

“Oh? My name is on the family tree?” Song Jingchen sounded flattered, but the mockery on his face couldn’t be hidden.

“We can add you back. Right now.”

“Ah.” Song Jingchen sneered and interrupted the man. “There’s no need for that. If there’s nothing else, please leave. It’s cold here. It won’t be good if you freeze to death.”

He had already seen Shen Yijia rubbing her hands. Now, he just wanted to send these people away as soon as possible.

The villagers were silent for a moment. The fragrance coming from the Song family’s courtyard made them swallow involuntarily. They all looked at Song Tiegen, waiting for him to speak.