"Hmm?" Yi Huangcheng wasn't impatient, he was just puzzled, "What happened to you?"
"There's a Zhou Wenshe here. Two months ago, my son fell ill. With nowhere to turn, I borrowed twelve Yajin from them. Now, I've already repaid ten Yajin, but their interest is just too high. I still owe them six Yajin! Before you came, someone from Zhou Wenshe came looking for me. They told me..." As she spoke, recalling the words the red-haired man had said earlier, desperation deepened on the woman's face, "They told me to repay the remaining Yajin the day after tomorrow. In such a short time, how can I get so much Yajin? Please help me! I'm really begging you! Help me!"
"If I can't repay, my son will be sold into slavery, and I'll die!"
With that, the woman knelt directly in front of Yi Huangcheng, crying, her voice mournful.
