"Have you offended anyone in your daily life?"
Li Fan looked bewildered: "I stay at home all day, never stepping out beyond the courtyard, where would I offend anyone..."
Suddenly, Li Fan seemed to recall his aunt's unusual behavior earlier, and shivered violently: "Could it be..."
He hurriedly recounted the village chief eyeing their land.
"..."
"Just a village chief, could he possess such methods?" The other person was skeptical.
"It must be him! I heard that the village chief's son is quite literate. This rebellious poem must have been written by him!" Li Fan said fiercely.
The room next door fell into an eerie silence.
In the darkness, only Li Fan's curses echoed continuously.
A few days later, without reason, Li Fan suddenly burst into tears of despair.
"A man should face death boldly. Crying and wailing, what image does that present?" The voice next door rebuked him angrily.
