Volume One, Chapter 10: No, We’ve All Gone Our Separate Ways!

Ye Dahan gritted his teeth in anger. His son was dead, and no matter how much this involved Xu Mo, wasn’t it reasonable to demand three hundred jin of coarse grain? Staring at Xu Mo, who held a hunting rifle, Ye Dahan was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

The old village chief saw Ye Dahan’s furious state and knew this was about to escalate. He quickly warned, “Dahan, don’t lose your temper. We live in a society governed by law now; fighting isn’t allowed.”

Nonsense!

Ye Dahan didn’t even glance at the old chief. What law? His son was dead, so he was justified.

“Dahan!”

Seeing Ye Dahan’s right hand tightly gripping a firewood knife, veins bulging, the old chief shouted, “If Heizi won’t compensate, you can ask Laoming!”

Everyone in the back, the Xu family, was stunned.

What was going on?

What did it mean to seek compensation from Laoming?

We’ve already separated households, haven’t we?

Ye Dahan thought it made sense.

A son should pay his father’s debts; it was the natural order.

And vice versa.

He turned and looked at the whole Xu family.

Xu Datou and the others stepped aside.

Old Xu lost his temper, shouting, “We’ve already separated from Heizi. How can we be responsible for compensating?”

Old Lady Xu was stomping her feet anxiously, yelling, “The debt lies with the rightful party. You want that ungrateful bastard to compensate…”

“Sister, that’s not right,” the old village chief said solemnly. “Heizi separated from Anzi, not from you two.”

“What nonsense!” Old Xu trembled with anger. “Chief, you can’t say that.”

“Why can’t I? Isn’t Heizi your own son? Didn’t he separate from Anzi?”

“That’s true, but we’ve decided to live apart from Anzi. So Heizi’s affairs have nothing to do with us.”

“Laoming, both Heizi and Anzi are your sons. It’s like flesh on the palm and back of the hand. You can’t just stand by and watch him die!”

“No way. We won’t get involved!” Old Lady Xu stamped and jumped around like a monkey.

Ye Dahan’s eyes flicked to Xu Mo, who had been silently holding his rifle, cold and indifferent. He calculated quickly and suddenly shouted, “A son pays his father’s debts! Brothers, grab it!”

With Ye Dahan’s yell, chaos erupted.

Old Xu cursed loudly and spread his arms, trying to block the dozen or so Ye family members rushing toward the main house.

But he couldn’t stop them.

Old Lady Xu cried and screamed, pulling at some older women.

Those women were even fiercer, yanking Old Lady Xu’s hair and pinning her to the ground.

Xu An’s face turned pale, his injured ear stinging painfully as he shouted.

Pregnant Xiao Cui hid behind Xu An, carefully tugging his jacket.

The scene descended into utter confusion.

There was nothing valuable inside the main house.

Ye Dahan and his group swarmed like locusts, carrying everything out.

Old Xu, eyes bloodshot, charged into the kitchen, grabbed a firewood knife, and roared as he lunged at them.

But even his fury was useless; two fists could not fight four hands.

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