CHAPTER 900: CHAPTER 901: HUMAN LIFE IS PARAMOUNT

The man smirked, "Hmph, dare not call me."

Then he turned to Xiaoxiao, completely changing his attitude towards Yang Ming, and with a gentle yet cheeky smile, he said, "Girl, how about having a late-night snack in a while? Running away in the middle of the night, no energy if we don’t fill our stomachs."

"..." Well, he stopped calling me a beauty and switched to ’girl’; this address isn’t much better.

This guy really only has food in his eyes, but he’s not wrong—indeed, everyone should fill their stomachs first; we need energy to run.

Though I dislike his attitude towards my wife, this time he had a constructive suggestion. Yang Ming took some dry food from their packed bags to distribute to everyone. "Go back and fill your stomachs; wait for me to call you at midnight."

"Dear me, this amount isn’t enough for me to eat."

"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless—there wasn’t any dry food prepared for him, and he’s acting like a glutton. How many days can we last like this?

This time, Yang Ming didn’t lose his temper but instead persuaded, "There’s not enough dry food, you should save some for the children and women."

This shut the man up; as a man, he should naturally give priority to the children and women.

So, after everyone came to an agreement, they took the food and went back, waiting for midnight to come.

After they left, Yang Ming thought for a moment and took out the pen, ink, and paper that he was planning to throw away.

Xiaoxiao was puzzled and asked, "Husband? What are you doing? Let’s not take those; we can buy them again at the town."

When they had a carriage, they brought such things like pen, ink, and paper, in case they needed to write something, but now they should discard whatever they can; survival is crucial.

"Hm, we’re not taking them; I just want to write something," Yang Ming said, spreading the paper on the kang, setting up the inkstone, and beginning to grind ink.

Xiaoxiao was very confused. At a time like this, he still had the mood to write?

Out of curiosity, Xiaoxiao also moved closer to see what he was writing. After seeing it, she felt troubled. Yang Ming was leaving clues for the Village Chief, telling him that the strange illness might be due to poisoning and advising him to watch out for who had been offended.

Good heavens, Yang Ming is just too kind-hearted; those people are trying to kill their family of three!

"Husband, we can hardly protect ourselves, and you’re worrying about them?"

After Yang Ming finished writing, he placed the written letter on the kang, thinking that someone would surely come to search. He said, "Wife, since we have some clues, we should tell the villagers. Although they ignorantly blamed us, their lives are innocent. Human lives are more important than anything, especially so many people’s lives. While we cannot save them directly, giving them clues is the least we can do to have a clear conscience."

"Alright, I’ll listen to you, let’s leave them clues." Okay, she admitted she was being a bit petty, thinking those people wanted them dead, she didn’t want to care about their lives.

But Yang Ming was indeed right; regardless, those villagers being poisoned have innocent lives, and Yang Ming’s consciousness is indeed much higher than hers. It seems she’s just a small-minded woman.

Xiaoxiao thought, if Yang Ming could ever achieve a scholarly title and become an official, he’d probably be a good one for the country and its people, right?

"Alright, let’s rest early; we still have a tough battle at midnight."

"Yes."