Madam Yang's life was in Zhao Chuchu's hands.
She had full confidence that Zhao Chuchu would not bat an eyebrow if she wanted to kill someone.
Since Madam Ma had refused to come up with the money, she could only ask Mister Zhao to get the eight pieces of silver to pay Zhao Chuchu to save her own skin.
Zhao Chuchu found a scale and measured the silver. It was exactly eight pieces.
Finally, she put down the dagger and released Madam Yang.
Madam Yang immediately ran behind Mister Zhao and glared angrily at Zhao Chuchu. She started ranting and raving but stopped immediately when she saw Zhao Chuchu's smug look.
Zhao Chuchu looked around at the villagers. "In the future, if anyone dares to bully the Xie family, you can check out whether your throat is hardier or my dagger is sharper. Stop playing tricks with me!"
The crowd was silent.
