Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1879 1037: Harmonious Neighborhood

The river dam: a big, very un‑eco‑friendly lawn.

Little Xue Yuantong, with a smiley little face, made people think she was here to make trouble.

The grandma of the big family by the creek opened her mouth right away: "Don't get in the way here, go play somewhere else!"

Xue Yuantong's smile went stiff.

The justice girl saw this and couldn't help looking over at the group; she recognized Jiang Ning.

Compared to that tall‑and‑short duo from the other day, this time the boy had brought along a super tall guy and a pair of twins.

'Is he really that popular?'

'But his "quality" is not very high.' The justice girl was still holding a grudge over him picking the peach blossoms without permission.

Now he was here doing some sort of "quality survey," which was really puzzling.

After Xue Yuantong was driven off by the nasty grandma, Chen Siyu spoke up righteously: "You're barbecuing on the spot and tossing trash everywhere, ruining the eco‑jump value of this big lawn. You're now fined 200 yuan in environmental tax."

The big family was stunned. The white‑haired grandpa among them laughed, thinking these kids were really something.

Xue Yuantong's face was stern: "If you refuse to pay the tax, all of your belongings will be confiscated."

The justice girl's expression was strange. 'Are they… joking?'

She often defended justice, but most of the time all she got back was snark, and she was powerless to change anything.

And these people were downright delusional.

Justice has to be practiced the right way.

The nasty grandma let out an angry laugh, arrogantly declaring, "Go ahead and touch our stuff, I dare you! The ambulance will be on its way immediately!"

Jiang Ning chuckled: "Xiao Ben."

Xiao Ben shot out like lightning, one ferocious "dog pouncing on prey," and the nasty grandma was knocked flat on her back.

In an instant, the whole scene exploded into chaos.

The white‑haired old man and the husband in the big family rushed at the assailant Xiao Ben, trying to put a stop to its evil deeds, while the chubby wife whipped out her phone to call the police.

However, Xiao Ben was nothing if not vicious.

After over a year of God‑tier evolution, it had become even more overpowered, even developing a "palm strike" move.

It now had paw‑strike power almost on par with feline predators of its level; its front paws slammed down, and within moments it had smacked two grown men to the ground.

Then it quickly dragged the nasty grandma into the creek, and immediately doubled back, grabbed the wife's phone in its mouth, and ran over to Jiang Ning to claim credit.

Jiang Ning patted its head: "You've earned a third‑class merit."

Chen Siyu: "What about me?"

"Second‑class."

As for who got first‑class, Tongtong was very modest about it.

The justice girl stared at this bizarre scene, falling into thought: 'Are dogs really that strong?'

Even if the dog was big, if a person was willing to take a few injuries, beating a doggy shouldn't be that hard, right?

And even if, worst‑case scenario, the dog really was that strong, if they sicced a dog on people like this, didn't they know the owner would be held responsible?

After the chaos went on for a bit, the nasty grandma was hauled ashore by the big family, coughing up water nonstop.

Xue Yuantong didn't think she was being cruel at all. Someone like that—if she had trash and couldn't find a bin, she'd clutch it in her palm all day.

Under Xiao Ben's protection, Xue Yuantong went up with her notebook and said, "Can you pay the tax now?"

The nasty grandma, half‑tormented to death, was terrified, but facing Xiao Ben's fierce dog eyes, she didn't dare say a word.

The other members of the big family were also furious but kept their mouths shut.

Xue Yuantong said coolly, "Answer me."

"We'll pay, we'll pay! Just don't let the dog bite people again!" the chubby wife begged.

"Wait, can we talk about something?" The nasty grandma mustered her courage.

She was the one managing the family finances; 200 yuan was a lot, enough for the whole family's food for two days. They had money, sure, but they couldn't just hand it over for nothing!

"Speak," said Xue Yuantong.

"Two hundred is too much. Times are hard for everyone. Let's each take a step back, okay?"

Xue Yuantong glanced at her and said, "Why is it that everyone else doesn't get a discount, but your family does?"

The nasty grandma kept winking at her chubby daughter‑in‑law while bargaining: "It's the holidays; one should be merciful when one can. Take a little less, that would be more reasonable."

The chubby daughter‑in‑law could only say, "Yeah, we just tossed a bit of trash. Docking that much isn't reasonable. How about one hundred?"

Impartial iron‑faced Tongtong had originally wanted to righteously blast them.

No one expected Chen Siyu to say, "True, we can each take a step back."

'Useless Si Yu.' Xue Yuantong felt she was hopeless.

Then Chen Siyu continued, "Docking one hundred each sounds reasonable. Like, one hundred for littering, one hundred for building a fire, one hundred for driving onto the grass, one hundred for refusing to pay tax, one hundred for disrespecting Tongtong, and one hundred for making Xiao Ben take action…"

She listed eight major offenses in a row, coming to a grand total of 800 yuan.

Her older sister Chen Siqing tugged her sleeve: "Sis, you're being way too radical!"

The big family was completely dumbfounded.

But Xue Yuantong was delighted. With the fierce Xiao Ben at her side, she said, "It's not like we're doing this for the money anyway. Xiao Ben, go break their legs for me!"

Xiao Ben arched its thin neck and let out a low growl, fangs bared.

The big family swallowed their anger and paid the 800 yuan environmental tax in one go.

Then she took out her little notebook and asked, "Are you satisfied with the intensity of this tax collection? How many points would you give it?"

She added, "How would you rate the quality of the tax collectors? Ten out of ten?"

After getting a perfect rating, Xue Yuantong left in high spirits. Before leaving, she even shot the justice girl a glance, her eyes as if saying: 'Now this is environmentalism.'

The justice girl stood rooted to the spot for a moment, then suddenly lifted her feet and chased after them.

"Hello, my name is Song Qiulin. I'm a second‑year at Yu Zhou No.3 Middle School." Wearing a full set of Hanfu, Song Qiulin was very polite.

Xue Yuantong stopped and introduced herself: "Fourth Middle School, Emperor Xue."

"Fourth Middle School, Immortal Venerable Jiang."

"Fourth Middle School, Tang Wuze."