"Uncle Ming, I've thought of a place, you see if it's feasible? It's the house that Zhu Lao San built by the river a few years ago, past the West Bridge. It's surrounded by water on both sides and is next to the Sanchakou River, not far from the road, which is very convenient." Pang Fa suggested from the side.
"That place you're talking about, it's a bit remote and strange! Didn't Zhu Lao San end up stumbling?" Ma Yongming was a bit hesitant.
"He deserved it. He didn't understand anything, thought highly of himself and tried to raise chickens? When he failed, he just started going rogue, I see it now. It was normal that he lost his chickens, that place was too secluded, and there used to be yellow weasels. The couple was too lazy to watch at night, and mice and yellow weasels could take away the little chickens. He treated his sick chickens with his own folk remedies, which all died in the end. Then he started tricking people, it served him right to be jailed." Pang Fa said.
