Li Xiaobao spat in contempt as he watched Little Erhei vanish without a trace and then turned to inspect his basket, only to be dumbfounded at the sight within, "Damn it, the pig has rooted through it!"
"Nothing I can do about it now, better just make do. It's not like it's going to kill anyone!" Li Xiaobao let out a resigned sigh, audible to Aunt Wang in the distance.
Aunt Wang's expression darkened instantly as she knew that the herbs in Li Xiaobao's basket were intended to treat her brother's leg.
After dinner, everyone dispersed, but in their hearts, the image of a new village tyrant, Li Xiaobao, was slowly taking shape.
"Hey! Where are you off to, Li Xiaobao?" Zhang Ling blocked Li Xiaobao's path as he was about to leave with his basket and said angrily.
"Heading home. What, you want me to sleep over at your place?" Li Xiaobao chuckled mischievously and then licked his lips with great satisfaction, the implication quite clear.