The old man finally let out a sigh of relief. Before these people, he had been nodding and bowing for months, pretending, and now he could finally act like a decent person.
"These people can't stay. If the three of us eat this food, we can probably make it to spring, but if we add these people in, I'm afraid it won't last."
As soon as the old man said this, all eight people on the ground were glaring at him, their eyes filled with shock.
This old man is ruthless and cruel; he's opening his mouth to wipe them out.
And it's clear that the old man is in cahoots with these two people. If only they knew.
How could they treat the old man like a servant? It's like they were asking for trouble.
Hu Zi glared hard at Ma Laosan, blaming him for everything. He was the bastard who insisted that no one would care if a beggar like this went missing when they saw him on the road.
Now look at the trouble he's brought back; it's like they've invited a god of death.
