No one knows what's in these people's hearts, but they're putting on a real show, carrying chickens, holding eggs, and more with some bringing bacon.
Zhang Er's family already brought a sheep before, and today they carried over more than half a bag of white flour.
Seven or eight people neatly stood in the Song Family Courtyard, leaving Song Wei and Wen Wan who had just gotten home stunned.
Zhang Er stepped forward a few steps, full of remorse, and said, "Third Son, it's all our fault. We shouldn't have had the intention to harm you that night, otherwise my wife and I wouldn't have suffered repercussions and been scared out of our wits. I'm here to apologize to you, hoping you won't hold a grudge against us, and don't see my fault as that of a petty person. I promise, from now on, I won't gossip behind your back and say bad things about you. Will you forgive me this once?"
