Gu Laosan, however, did not agree. Holding a shovel in his hand, he said fiercely, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Hmph, if you're smart, hand over the person. Otherwise, I'll report you to the authorities. Liu Dazhuang, have you not eaten prison food for too long and want to taste it again?"
Liu Dazhuang was from the neighboring village and had always been involved in human trafficking. Human trafficking was permitted in Zhuzhao Country, and people too poor to survive often sold their children. But the cost of doing this through official channels was too high, with all the hassle involved, one could hardly make a profit. Thus, to earn more silver, he engaged in many illicit dealings.
A few years ago, he was caught once and sentenced to two years of prison food. Now that he was out, instead of reforming, he had returned to his old ways.
The taste of prison food was hard to endure, and naturally, Liu Dazhuang did not want to go back.
