The Embroidery House's backyard had several rooms specially prepared for temporary accommodation. The Embroidery House had already closed its doors early, and now the backyard was brightly lit.
Muniang poured a ladle of cold water onto the peddler's face, and he slowly came to, only to find himself tied up tightly. As for the "living Bodhisattva" from before, she now seemed like a wrathful deity.
Muniang's tone was sinister, "You know who took the children, don't you?"
The peddler was startled, realizing that he was in a strange place and tied up, a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others!
"I, I, I don't know, I didn't see anything!"
Muniang took out a knife and flung it, sticking it into the ground next to him, "Speak! Who was it!"
The peddler was about to cry, "I really don't know."
Erliang then said, "Wife, it seems he thinks we don't dare to get serious with him."
