"Fine," Lou Zheng, with no other options, reluctantly turned to the Ma family, "You all heard it. Whether or not you accept the silver is up to you."
"I won't…" Ma Youcai defiantly shouted.
Lin Ziyin sneered, "Grandfather, let's go home, we need to attend to my brother's and Yanzhi's wounds."
"Alright." The old man, leading Changting and carrying Lin Changshu's empty load, prepared to return home. Lin Changshu, carrying Lin Yanzhi, followed behind after casting a fierce glare at the Ma family.
"You can't leave." Yan Family's matriarch grew frantic as the prospect of losing the incoming silver became real. She stretched out her arm, intending to stop Lin Ziyin.
"Robbery, huh? Does injuring someone who's obstructing my path not count?" Lin Ziyin held aloft his sickle, deliberately asking the surrounding villagers.