Not only Lizheng, but even the carriages of several other village heads were spoiled with filth, reeking and dirty. Those were the latest carriages they had spent a great deal of silver to purchase. Furthermore, it was the winter season, and inside those carriages were clean, thick, new cotton quilts. The more luxurious ones even stocked the freshest pastries and the most refreshing tea, just like Lizheng Hua Hui's carriage.
But now, whether they were good carriages or inferior ones, all had been blessed with dung.
The only one unscathed was He Guangming's ox cart. Seeing their own fine carriages contaminated, while He Guangming's dilapidated ox cart remained perfectly clean, many village heads grumbled resentfully.
Lizheng was so angry he cursed his mother and secretly decided that of the one thousand five hundred taels of silver to be distributed later, only five hundred would be given to He family village, and he would keep the remaining thousand for himself!
