Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1317 - 642: Xinyi Fully Conveyed

"Did you hear? Boss Yan from the cattle farm said that if the one who killed the thief gets sentenced, they’ll give his family ten thousand for a year’s sentence, twenty thousand for two years..."

"Really? If he gets sentenced for three to five years, that means he’d get thirty to fifty thousand—more than making money from working outside..."

"Yeah! That’s why it’s said that we need to keep it internal, to help our own people. Only because Boss Yan is from our township would he do such a thing. If it were an outsider boss, who’d care about this?"

"That’s not quite right—I think the cattle farm is scared too. What if no one dares to catch thieves anymore, and cattle theft rises again here? If everyone’s afraid to keep cattle, wouldn’t the farm be the one to lose out?"

"Look at what you’re saying—how could they take a loss? Worst comes to worst, they can just keep the cattle in their own farm. Just look at the vast area to the west; it could feed thousands, even tens of thousands of heads!"

"Exactly! Their farming is called ’cooperative farming,’ you get it? It’s not just about making money for themselves—they support so many families. Without relying on the cattle farm, do you think the cattle prices will rise?"

"As for being afraid of thieves, is the cattle farm scared? Everyone knows they hand out gold work positions during the New Year, who’d dare to steal? Would you dare? Even if I lent you the courage of a bear and the gall of a leopard, you wouldn’t dare! Their security team even includes reformed convicts and some who’ve killed before..."

"Right! They say people who’ve killed have a strong murderous aura, which is why there are so many serial killers around! Boss Yan is afraid those people will cause trouble, he has them slaughtering cattle every day; otherwise, if they don’t release that murderous intent, who knows, they might end up killing people again..."

"Cut it out, you’re talking nonsense. Don’t talk about things you don’t understand as a woman. You’re discussing a thief and now you’ve moved onto murderers; by that logic, soldiers who’ve killed in battle would need to kill two people a day to get their fix when they return?"

"How can soldiers be the same as criminals? People who’ve broken the law are more likely to reoffend—it’s like they’ve done something and want to do it again, they can’t help themselves..."

"There’s no reasoning with you, just go home..."

"..."

"What are you guys talking about? That’s all old news. I heard the thief died of a cerebral hemorrhage on his own, it wasn’t from being beaten..."

"Who said that?"

"The hospital said it, who else. Who would believe it if I said it?"

"Damn, doesn’t that mean the kid from Guo Village won’t be making any money?"

"What money?"

"Don’t you know? The cattle farm said if that kid gets sentenced, they’ll give his family ten thousand for a year’s sentence?"

"Is that so? Tell me more..."

"Don’t rush, let’s talk about how the thief died first. Is it a cerebral hemorrhage just because the hospital says so? Didn’t everyone say he was beaten to death?"

"Well, there was some beating involved, but the guy was already sick. Think about it— it’s not like they had weapons on the truck, you can’t just kill someone with one hit. It was because the thief had a condition, and the rough ride while he was tied up triggered it, which led to his death. That’s the hospital’s conclusion!"

"Is that true? I was looking forward to seeing how many years the guy from Guo Village would get sentenced, and whether the cattle farm would actually pay up!"

"Yeah! If he got sentenced for twenty years, and the cattle farm really gave his family two hundred thousand, that would be worth it!"

"Nonsense, are you dreaming about money? Sentenced to twenty years—in the end he’d be Old Cheng, what could he possibly do then? And what if he got the death sentence?"

"How could he get the death sentence? He wasn’t the only one who hit the thief, others were involved too! It wasn’t a deliberate killing, at most he’ll get sentenced a few years. You clearly don’t understand the law, this is manslaughter..."

"Manslaughter?"

"Don’t you get it? Let me explain to you what manslaughter is; it’s different from murder..."

"That’s not the case—manslaughter is unintentional. The thief was tied up, so it can’t be considered manslaughter..."

The death of a thief sparked an unexpected benefit amongst the residents of Sancha River Township—in just a short day or two, many had gained a significant understanding of legal knowledge.

For the average folks, who would take an interest in legal knowledge without cause? The common sentiment is simple—’I don’t break the law, I don’t do anything against my conscience, the law has nothing to do with me, so why bother with it?’

In the end, it boils down to one reason: there are more important things to handle—making money for livelihood is more critical than anything.

If life were comfortable, with plenty to eat and drink and no worries about making a living, then naturally one would have the inclination to care about other things. But if living conditions are tight, who has the spare energy to worry about anything else?

Inside the cattle farm, the multi-purpose meeting room had become a large warming shelter. Right in the center of the room, an old oil drum was serving as a big fire pit, with several logs burning inside, warming the spacious room much more than the outside.

The versatility of this meeting room wasn’t overstated—it doubled as a dining hall when needed. It wasn’t mealtime at the moment, but it was perfect for warming up. The room was spacious enough that it was comfortable to gather around the fire after work—a benefit of rural living is being able to set up a fire pit indoors during winter, which is by no means inferior to city air conditioning.

At this moment, with everyone else out working, only Yan Wen Hai, his wife, and their youngest son Yan Chao remained by the fire. Children love to run around outside, and every so often the little one would vanish towards the riverbank. The couple had no solution; if someone wasn’t constantly watching, they had to rely on cartoons to keep the little guy indoors.

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