Zhao Yang hurriedly treated the injured at hand, and before he even got a chance to ask those people, someone came over and said to the villager who had been cut on the leg, "Hey, the village chief is really generous this time, giving each of us five thousand!"
"Five thousand each!" The man was startled and subconsciously looked down at his injured leg. Zhao Yang had stitched it up yesterday, and it was really painful when he woke up this morning; he thought the wound was infected. Coming over to remove the bandage and take a look, there was nothing wrong, and it would heal before long.
Could he really make five thousand just from such an injury?
The man's eyes widened, while Zhao Yang, equally astonished, asked, "Did you just say Li Xingkui agreed to compensate each of you with five thousand yuan?"
"Yes, that's the deal, seriously credible!" the man said with a laugh.
