Widow Quan then had the hunters identify the lackeys who had committed countless crimes in the village, and had a batch of them executed.
Killing, confiscating property, and finally distributing grain.
Everyone was delighted by the first two, but some objected to the last.
"These people resisted us before and killed quite a few of our brothers. Not slaughtering the whole village is already merciful—how can we still give them grain?" a captain complained.
"Exactly, Chieftain. We helped them get rid of the evildoers and forgave their past offenses. That's merciful enough. If it were any other Righteous Army, they would surely burn their houses and fields and force them along," another captain added.
Widow Quan naturally did not want to give grain to those villagers either, but this was the Mysterious Woman Goddess's order. How could she disobey?
Without Niang Niang, the village would definitely have outlasted them.
After all, the other side had skilled fighters serving as long-range firepower, while inside they had wells and grain. Thirty thousand shi of grain, rationed carefully, would last a year or two.
They themselves could not even hold out for half a month.
"Exactly. Even if we give it to them, they won't be grateful. I say we should do as the other Righteous Armies do—burn their houses and force them to come with us," someone even proposed.
Widow Quan glanced at the man. He was a burly, fierce-looking fellow, and she immediately understood what he was after.
He had surely set his sights on some village girl. Even poor families could have pretty daughters.
And wealthy households produced plenty of ugly people too.
She had never considered such things before. It was only through the Mysterious Woman Goddess's guidance that she came to understand that each of her subordinates had