In front of Aunt Wang's house.
"Dad!"
"Dad!"
The two little ones were crying and wailing, tears streaming down their faces, red from the cold, making them look pitiful.
Uncle Wang, on the other hand, was being conscripted, silently following behind the yamen runners.
The county needed to conscript five thousand men, and these men naturally had to be drawn from the poorest villages. The yamen runners were ruthless in their arrests.
Uncle Wang was a taciturn and honest man, but at this moment, he suppressed his grief and anger, not daring to turn away.
Aunt Wang chased after the constable from afar, trembling as she presented him with the large sum of money she had saved, pleading with a forced smile, "Sir, my family depends on this man. Could you please make an exception..."
The con
