Yang Mei had just finished tidying up, but before she could get Fang Jianping over, a crowd burst into the yard; Yang Mei recognized them as the gang of hooligans who came to collect the usurious loans.
"Is anyone breathing here? Hurry up and come out, we're looking for Fang Xiaoshan." As the newcomers shouted, they kicked over a bucket in the yard, spilling water all over the place. It was the water Yang Mei had drawn to wash the sheets and pillow covers later.
Then another one of them directly pulled down the quilt drying on the rope, dropping it into the muddy water on the ground. Yang Mei felt her heart ache; it was a new quilt, made with five pounds of cotton by her mother when she got married.
The problem was, where could she go to argue about it now? The couple had seen these kind of people before, who were being arrogant.
Fang Xiaoshan drew back the curtain, "Who's looking for me?" thinking it was his friends coming to invite him to play cards.
