It was already July, the hottest time of the year, when the air was dry and everything was tinder-dry.
On top of that, several jars of oil had fueled the flames. How could they be put out just by saying so?
If this had been in the city, with firefighters on the scene, they might have stood a chance.
In the end, everyone was thrown into a chaotic scramble, covered in grime and looking utterly bedraggled, yet they still couldn't put out the fire. They could only watch helplessly as the village chief's house burned to the ground, leaving behind nothing but a blackened shell.
Looking at her completely burned-down home, Liu Suzhen was consumed by rage and nearly fainted on the spot.
She gnashed her teeth and cursed, "It must have been that rotten girl! It must have been that rotten girl!"
That damn rotten girl—Liu Suzhen hadn't even gone looking for trouble with her yet, and she had already come knocking at her door.
The more Liu Suzhen thought about it, the angrier she became. She glared around and roared, "Rotten girl, if I catch you, I'll tear you limb from limb and feed you to the dogs!"
Su Qiao had left Big Treasure in the woods and run out by herself. She climbed a large tree behind the courtyard wall, sat on a branch, and leisurely swung her legs as she looked coldly down at the crowd in the yard.
"Hmph. I'm afraid you won't get the chance. The most you'll do is become dog meat hot pot for your own dogs."
At the mention of the dogs, He Yongqiang and his sister suddenly remembered the two dogs at home.
In the end, they found the two wolfhounds burned to death beneath the courtyard wall.
"Dad, Mom,