The Li Family's trouble was no small matter; in less than one hour, news had spread throughout the entire village.
The crops in the fields had been completely devoured due to the Locust Plague, and with the added horror of Li Tian being bitten to death by locusts, some people were truly panic-stricken.
Normally, when facing a locust plague, they would tighten their belts and get by, and if they were lucky, they could still harvest some grains early. At worst, even emptying their coffers, they could buy high-priced grains to save their lives.
But this year's locusts seemed to have gone mad, attacking people on sight and unaffected even by torches.
In the Li family's yard, the people of the second household had an expressionless look.
Ms. Liao stared coldly at the body laid out in the center. Seeing her two daughters scared, she only hugged them and patted their backs.