Shanzimama was speechless with anger. The room was full of men. She was a woman—and a widow, at that. How could it possibly be appropriate for her to go over there?
She looked helplessly at Shanzi. 'This child...' she thought. 'Ever since his father died, he's just gotten more and more stubborn.'
In the main hall, the village chief sighed. "Zhang, you're quite the capable one. You've barely arrived in this new place and you've already set yourself up with a house and land. We all followed you here. We're all from the same village, not to mention I'm your sixth cousin-uncle. You've got to give us a hand."
Gu Rong chimed in, his eyes pleading, "Second Brother, I'm not capable, and I have no money. I'm counting on you to find a way for me to survive."
Gu Zhang's head was starting to throb. He sighed. "Third Brother, don't you know your second brother's own limits?"
