As if his thoughts were seen through, Mo Xiaoqiang awkwardly scratched his head.
"Oh you, you."
"We've made up, her silver is my silver, isn't it?" Mo Xiaoqiang shamelessly said.
The village head had nothing to say about Mo Xiaoqiang's shamelessness, so he turned around and instructed a few young men in the village to take Old Lady Mo to the ancestral hall and lock her up, preparing to discuss with a few respected village elders before making a decision.
The village head wanted to lock her up, but Old Lady Mo naturally wouldn't cooperate. She yelled and kicked up a fuss, shouting: "Let... go of me, let go of me, what right do you have to capture me?"
Old Lady Mo's speech was a bit slurred, she had just been slapped twenty times by people sent by the county magistrate, and a few of her teeth had been knocked out, so her words were slightly unclear.
