Third Master was so angry he almost couldn't catch his breath.
The villagers' accusations grew louder.
"Have you finished your discussion, are you going to repay the debt or not?"
Zhang Yuanwai's men were getting impatient.
"If you don't return the money, we'll just have to take a leg."
"No, no, no!!" Yang Cuicui screamed, "Jiang Chuzheng, hurry up and pay the money, he is your uncle!!"
"He's not my dad."
Chuzheng dropped this remark and, with Qiu Ya in tow, walked toward her courtyard.
With bandits following Chuzheng, no one dared to stop her. They all made way, looking at her and Qiu Ya with strange glances.
"Third Master, look at this girl, she has no respect for her elders!"
The moment she entered, the villagers began to scold angrily.
"Third Master, please save Dasheng." Yang Cuicui was now panicked and at her wits' end.
Jiang Dasheng was the man of the family; if his leg was broken, how would the family live from now on.
What could Third Master do?
