"Old hag! Have you come to your senses?" Ruan Xinzhi patted her shoulder.
Having just escaped death, the pat from Ruan Xinzhi made Old Lady Mo shiver all over, no longer daring to play smart. She knew that preserving her old life was what mattered, "I will... I will... isn't that enough for you?"
As she spoke, she reached into her bosom and pulled out a handkerchief-wrapped bundle, just about to unwrap it.
Ruan Xinzhi snatched it away in an instant, and upon opening it, he found it to be a bundle of silver pieces, totaling over twenty taels. He immediately broke into a broad smile, picked up a small piece of silver, bit it, and contentedly said, "You old woman, if you had taken this out earlier, wouldn't that have saved me so much trouble?"
The dozen or so men nearby laughed as well, "People like these only come clean when beaten."
