Chang Zhi held a list, he was clear that the Ding family's Scholar title was gone, but the list didn't mention the debt with interest. Hearing another cry, Chang Zhi felt heavy-hearted as he walked over.
The young servant blocked the way, "Danger ahead."
The guard disguised as a house servant also whispered, "It's better to be cautious."
Chang Zhi waved his hand, "It's nothing, let's go and see."
Arriving at the Ding family door, an old woman lay in a pool of blood in the courtyard. Next to the woman knelt a couple and several children, while five debt collectors were dumbfounded.
One of the men said, "What bad luck."
The kneeling man grabbed a knife from the ground, eyes red, "Say that again?"
The man's eyes were full of sarcasm, "A Scholar master, no, not a Scholar anymore. Do you dare to threaten me with a knife? Hmph, the old woman committed suicide, if you want to hate, don't blame me, blame your big brother who died early."
