The fat pig of a landlord was petrified, pointing dumbly at Wu Haoli for a long while without being able to utter a word. It was Mr. Li who first snapped out of it, cursing loudly, "You're deliberately toying with us, aren't you? Saying you would sell the land if you lost, to find you were merely jesting all along. Do you think we all have as much idle time on our hands as you?!"
The others began to curse as well, "Exactly! With Old Mr. Wu passing away so early, it must have been the frustration you caused that killed him. Seeing how frivolously you behave now, he surely won't rest in peace underground!"
Muniang scoffed to herself. When they spoke of gambling and winning three taels per mu, they all eagerly crowded in, yet the moment they lost, each one started preaching—such is human nature!
