Hearing this voice, Elder Chen hurriedly signaled Zheng Yi not to make any sound, then opened the door and went out.
With a smile on his face, he said, "Steward Qing, it's not that this old man doesn't want to meet the quota."
"But you know our family's situation, both my sons have died, leaving just this old bag of bones. Even if I work myself to death, I can't pay up so much."
"Perhaps you could talk to the head steward and lower our quota as if it's just one person's share. I promise to fulfill it completely."
"Pah!" The man called Steward Qing said disdainfully, "What are you, thinking you can tell the master how to do things?"
"Let me tell you, this year's quota is already set. Don't think just because your family lost two members, even if your entire family turned into ghosts, you'd still have to meet the assigned quota."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Zheng Yi looked through the crack in the wooden board, watching that extremely arrogant guy.
