Before Yu Jia's two bullock carts approached, he saw a group of people rushing towards him with hoes and other things. The frightened cart driver quickly stopped the cart on the spot and did not dare to move.

At this time, Zhang Meng and others who followed them did not stop and went to greet the Song people.

Zhang Meng walked up to Fang Peilan and told her: "The people in the car are from Quanshui Village. The person in the first car is Yu Jia, and the person in the second car may be the Yu clan chief."

Fang Peilan nodded and then remained silent.

Song Youcai was not at home, and Song Bai and his wife had gone into the mountains again and had not returned yet, so naturally she would not rush to the front.

But Zhang Meng's words were heard by the surrounding Song people. They passed the word to two, and then to four. Everyone knew that these people were from Quanshui Village, and one of them was Yu Jia, who was closely related to the fire last night!

Suddenly, the Song people stared fiercely at the people in the car.

Zhang Meng saw that the Song people here were all old, weak, women and children, and immediately gave the villagers from Taojia Village behind him a look. They immediately walked over from both sides of Yujia's carriage and stood in front of the Song people.

Each family of the Song clan sent a man to follow Song Youcai into the city, and another man followed Song Bai and Song Sen up the mountain.

At this moment, apart from the old, weak, women and children, the only people left here are those half-grown boys.

This scene fell in Yu Jia's eyes, and he almost lost his joy!

How dare a group of old, weak, women and children glare at him?

Those two guys last night were so useless that they fell into the hands of such a group of people!

Yu Jia didn't even bother to get out of the car and said directly to the group of old, weak, women and children: "You were the ones who stayed here last night? I heard from Zhang Meng that some of your luggage was burned last night? In this way, I will give money to each of your households. You always have money, even if this matter is over, we in Quanshui Village will not care about you arresting our people."

"What a fucking idea you have! You burned so many of our things and almost burned us to death, and you want to give us away all the money? Bah!" Old Mrs. Liu took the lead, spitting on the horse's head, letting Yu Extremely disgusting.

He pointed at the old woman and cursed:

"A group of homeless victims. Lanyang County is kind enough to take you in. I'm also willing to compensate you with some money. What else do you want?! How much are your ragged quilts and clothes worth?"

"I'm willing to give you all the money now, so just keep it honestly! It really made me anxious, I asked you to go back and forth wherever you came from!"

"cough!"

A cough came from the carriage behind Yu Jia, and Yu Jia suddenly trembled.

He looked at the spitting old woman with a distorted face: "Then tell me, how much do you need to do this?"

"It's not like I, an old woman, have the final say on this matter." Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes and quickly stood behind the clan members.

The angry Yu Jia was furious.

What you said doesn't count. What did you say? !

He also spat all over my horse’s face!

He looked at Zhang Meng: "Who has the final say over these disaster victims?"

Zhang Meng didn't respond.

From the moment he told Fang Peilan about Yu Jia and Fang Peilan didn't come forward, he knew that she didn't intend to come forward.

Since that was the case, he could only pretend to be dumbfounded.

"Let me do it."

Patriarch Song walked out of the crowd.

"Eight of these nine families are from my tribe, and the other family is also related. Of the three cars of my family's belongings, only one car was burned. I think I have this qualification. "

Patriarch Song stood at the front of the crowd, leaning on a cane.He seemed to be blocking thousands of troops for his tribe, which made Zhang Meng and other people in Taojia Village take a high look.

It's a pity that in Yu Jia's eyes, he was just struggling to death.

A group of outsiders sent an old man to talk to him. It was really useless!

Patriarch Song was not frightened by Yu Jia's eyes. Instead, he asked him: "Did you instruct those two people to set the fire last night?"

"Why are you talking about this?" Yu Jia said with a guilty conscience, "Can't you just tell me how much the nine families of you want?"

So what if it was him who called those two people?

There's no way he would admit it in front of so many people!

Don’t these guys just want money?Why are you talking about this?

"Since you said so, I'll just say it, 50 taels." Patriarch Song said.

Yu Jia looked at Zhang Meng and said, "Look, this is the one who understands. They only need 50 taels, but you ten households want 100 taels. You are so generous."

Zhang Meng said nothing.

He knew that the carpenter's house burned more than 20 taels of silver, so how could he ask for this small amount of compensation?

As expected, Patriarch Song spoke again.

"50 taels per household."

"50 taels per household is 50 taels, I can afford it! Wait! What are you saying, you old fool?!" Yu Jia's eyes suddenly widened and he jumped out of the carriage.

50 taels per household?

This old man knows how to steal money!

Song Liu and others immediately stood in front of Patriarch Song. Patriarch Song held his walking stick tightly and said angrily: "Is 50 taels a lot? Some of us spent 30 to [-] taels to build a guy that was burned down, and some of us had things left behind by our wives. They were burned by fire, and some elderly people and children choked and had to drink medicine! Didn't you think about this when you asked people to set fire to it? Or do you think we deserve to be burned to death?"

Old Mrs. Liu jumped out again: "My wife left early, so he left those few things as a souvenir for me! You can burn it out with just your words. What will I do in the future?!"

Seeing the old woman jumping out again, Yu Jia gritted his teeth and said, "If you want me to compensate, I'll give you two coins at most. If you make trouble again, I can send you directly to reunite with your wife!"

"What did you say?!"

The daughter-in-law beside Mrs. Liu suddenly became angry, picked up the stick in her hand and hit Yu Jia.

But this Yujia is not a vegetarian. His ability to become the captain of the fighting team in Quanshui Village depends not only on his uncle.

The figure swayed and dodged a stick.

Then he grabbed the stick with his backhand and pulled hard, and the stick was in his hand.

As soon as the wooden stick was in his hand, the Song tribesmen with weapons nearby rushed towards him with their things in mind, and they were all shouting words.

"Bullshit! I'll let you set fire to it!"

"If you don't have the intention to repent, just forget it! And you're threatening people in front of us!"

"You give me back the bull!"

The person who shouted to return the cow was Aunt Ma. Most of her cow's buttocks were burned by the fire. Song Liu couldn't cure it. She was waiting for Butcher Song, who was coming into the city, to come back and slaughter the cow.

Aunt Ma was so angry that she would vomit blood when she thought about the nine families without their own cows.

This made her even more heartbroken than her own clothes and food being burned!

I was still thinking of asking the person who set the fire to pay the money and then buy a cow back, but this guy was only willing to pay twice!

What can you do with two dollars?

The clothes that were burned can’t be repaired!

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