Pei Qin stood on the hillside, looking towards Pei Wenli and the others entering the village. She lifted her chin, "This is what you call sincerity? I think it's because this situation threatened his reputation, so he came back to butter us up. If, by next spring, we don't have enough silver to take care of things, his next scheme will come quickly!"
"But… it can't be! Dalang is a scholar, and he..." Lady Fang had a lot of faith in Pei Wenli, who was somewhat aloof but always straightforward and ambitious, never harsh to them.
"If scholars were all good, where would all the corrupt officials come from!" Pei Qin, carrying her load, walked towards the small cave.
San Ya thought that her eldest sister was right, but her mother was also right; she didn't know whom to listen to.
Pei Wendong just followed along, his mind consumed by the thought of roasted wild pheasant, saliva nearly dripping from his mouth.
