Madam Zhou brought Old Scholar Zhou into the conversation, and the village chief, feeling slightly uneasy, touched his nose and cleared his throat lightly.
"My father once said, Village Chief, you have always been fair and strict, and he admired you the most. I want to know, Village Chief, what wrong have my daughter and I committed?" Madam Zhou lifted her head, her eyes were determined as she looked at him.
What had they done to be treated this way?
"Have we committed burglary or arson? Why won't they let us live?" Madam Zhou asked as tears fell.
The village chief choked and became even more uneasy.
"As for Wufu," the village chief began but didn't know how to continue; he knew the source of this trouble preceded the present.