Ma Zhicai, seeing that the surrounding people dismissed him entirely, was so livid that his face turned purple, and his whole body was shaking.
"Let's go, you're just making a fool of yourselves!" At this critical moment, Ma Dalang followed Lou Zheng's intentions, bellowed at his own people with pretense, not caring about Ma Zhicai's feelings at all.
Why, why? He was a Tongsheng, he would be a scholar and an official in the future. How dare these ignorant villagers embarrass him, he'd make them pay for this one day. Ma Zhicai bulged his eyes, casting a sullen look at the surrounding villagers.
The villagers ignored him completely.
"Let's go." Ma Dalang thought Yan Family's matriarch was a family-wrecking woman. He was still thinking about finding a way to get someone to speak for him so he could manage the Lin Family's shop; he didn't expect Yan's matriarch to sabotage him behind his back.