Gu Fei whispered, "Uncle Ma is probably just following the code of the worldly society."
"And don't be a fool. There's no telling how many people are lying in ambush on the roadside. You think it's just the one?"
Gu Sanlang quickly looked around, but Gu Fei said softly, "Don't look. You won't be able to see them."
"Keep a firm grip on your knife. I have a feeling Uncle Ma's negotiations are going to fail."
Sure enough, the bearded man at the front shook his head. "Shopkeeper, don't make things difficult for us. We have over a hundred mouths to feed."
Uncle Ma glanced back at the crowd. They were all just farmers; only a handful of them had any real fighting ability.
He cupped his fists. "Two bags of grain. How about you let us pass, Chief?"
The bearded man's voice was heavy. "Leave all the grain, and we'll let you go!"
