The village chief looked at the back of Yang Lao's hand, then at Zhou Chunsheng, low growled with anger, "Zhou Chunsheng, how are you going to explain this?"
Bai Ruozhu handed the lotus root in her hand to Yang Lao, saying, "Use this."
Without being polite with her, Yang Lao took the lotus root and started to rub it on his hand. Apparently, it was quite itchy.
Zhou Chunsheng was startled by the village chief's roar, and the quilt on his body dropped to the ground. Zhou's wife also began to sob quietly.
"Speak up! You better confess honestly. Otherwise, if they take you to the Government Office, I won't be able to stop them!" The village chief yelled out through gritted teeth, looking very frustrated.
Frightened, Zhou Chunsheng sat up awkwardly in the cart, crying out, "Chief, isn't my confession enough? I had no choice." With that, he buried his face in his hands and started to cry.