In the mountain orchard, the peach trees that were only four years old were not yet sturdy, but they were full of lush branches and leaves, bearing large peaches.
Due to the flood, the seventy acres of crops in the field were all destroyed, making these peaches Shen Yuan's only source of income this year.
But now, the orchard was filled with over a hundred ragged refugees, who were frantically grabbing peaches from the trees, ripe or not, some even broke off entire branches to carry away.
The entire orchard was on the verge of being ravaged by them.
When Shen Yuan arrived and saw the devastation in the orchard, his heart was ablaze with anger!
"Stop!"
The furious shout, imbued with the utmost anger of a Postnatal Martial Artist, erupted in the orchard, and the refugees stealing peaches were immediately stunned, all stopping their actions and looking over with some fear.
"Put down the peaches in your hands now, leave the orchard at once, and I can let bygones be bygones."
