Liu Baihan sat paralyzed at the side, wailing loudly, not knowing whether to step forward and lend a hand.
His wailing finally caused the nearby villagers to lose their patience. They stepped forward and gave him a push: "Hey! Are you the child's father or not? Since the child is in trouble, shouldn't you rush to save him instead of demanding compensation here? What's more important, the silver or the child's life?"
"Of course, it's the silver..."
Liu Baihan seemed to realize that he had misspoken, naturally changing his tone, "Cough, cough! I meant to say, of course, the child is more important than the silver! I was just trying to get some money for my daughter Hua... Oh, my poor Hua, how could you leave me behind like this?"
"Cough, cough!..."
A weak cough came from under the grass curtain, causing the arguments among the surrounding villagers to stop.
Everyone glanced at each other.