The Squire grabbed the rope on the top of the carriage tightly, and the carriage shook violently and was thrown to the side. As the tilted carriage fell to the ground, the Squire screamed in pain, and everything below his stomach was crushed.
And what was suppressing him was none other than the wealth that he regarded as his life.
Many boxes fell from the sky, and the lid was directly shaken open, the gold coins inside scattered on the ground.
All the gold coins in the box were scattered in front of the Squire.
All of this was like a dream of a Squire, gold coins falling from the sky like rain, falling on his face.
Unfortunately, there was always a difference between reality and dreams. The Squire only saw the first half and not the second half.
He was covered in gold coins, but his lower body was also pinned down by the carriage and the box.