The villagers were not pleased to hear this and said one after another, "We may be poor, but we are poor with dignity. The Mo family is so rich, why would you still go and steal Madam Xie's things?"
"Exactly, how could you say such things about us?" the villagers accused in chorus.
How could Mo Xiaoqiang and his group care about what others were saying? Escaping was more critical, so they desperately used their hands to push through the crowd, squeezing out with Auntie Sun in tow.
As several young and strong young men broke through the throng and slipped away, only Old Lady Mo remained, an elderly woman with a piece of cloth in her left hand and a chicken clutched in her right, impeded by her own possessions and moving slower, she found herself surrounded by the angry crowd.
