Li Qinghe inevitably paid closer attention to the next-door neighbors. The weather has been hot recently, so Li Qinghe and Zhou Chengkang would take their son out for walks daily in the mornings and the evenings. Hearing the quarreling noises, they looked at each other to comprehend. Zhou Chengkang picked up the baby and the three of them passed through the wasteland on the way to the Yangs’ household.
The door of the Yang family's courtyard was open, and many people were standing there. Li Qinghe was not familiar with them and could just barely recognize their faces. Those people were from Wang Village who had purchased the spoiled pork from the Yangs before.
"It doesn't make sense that we starve to death and still care about the contract with you. You are a very cunning person, you are just waiting for the time when we all die, so you won't have to pay us back- the debt, right?"