"This person is really despicable. He already has such a big tavern and still wants others’ things."
"Isn’t that right, this is simply insatiable greed."
As Goat-beard narrated the ins and outs of the situation, criticism arose all around, everyone filled with righteous indignation, as if wanting to kill Goat-beard on the spot. This was completely different from their previously indifferent attitude.
"Very well!" said Yang Chuxia after he had finished, "Now, because of your greed, the old man is injured, the pot is broken, and so many ground beans have been lost. Moreover, business cannot be carried out in the next few days. The losses add up with each passing day, all of which is silver in value. Now you have to compensate for all these losses!"
"I’ll compensate! I’ll compensate!"
Goat-beard obediently nodded, but then added, "But I don’t have a hundred taels of silver—I really don’t have a hundred taels in cash."
Goat-beard’s mind worked fast; since he had previously demanded the old man to compensate with a hundred taels, he now feared that Yang Chuxia would demand the same from him.
He could produce a hundred taels, but it pained him to do so, his tavern was not that big, and a hundred taels represented the income of more than half a month.
"Tsk, don’t think everyone has the same black heart as you. Who wants your hundred taels?" Yang Chuxia snorted and continued, "The losses I mentioned just now convert to ten taels of silver, not a single penny less!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Goat-beard sighed with relief at the news. Ten taels were not much, not much at all.
"Well, aren’t you going to get the silver quickly or do I have to invite you?" Yang Chuxia glared at him and thought to herself how Goat-beard had a real twisted mind when it came to cunning and deceit.
"I, I don’t have that much silver on me right now," Goat-beard complained with a distressed look, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia sneered, "Are you stupid? Can’t you ask your servant to go get it for you?"
"Yes, yes, yes. You, go fetch the silver!" Goat-beard ordered one of his servants, who immediately returned to the tavern as instructed.
The servant soon returned, followed by a burly woman.
Seeing Goat-beard kneeling from a distance, and some servants with varying degrees of injury, coupled with the returning servant’s words, everyone understood the situation.
The woman began running at Yang Chuxia when she was still several dozen meters away. Her intent seemed to collide with Yang Chuxia.
As expected, she didn’t guess wrong—the woman was directly heading toward her. So when the woman charged, Yang Chuxia deftly dodged aside. The burly woman’s entire weight then pressed onto Goat-beard.
Goat-beard’s cry sounded from beneath the woman as he tried to push her off with both hands, but due to her size, he could not move her.
Laughter erupted from the surrounding people.
Yang Chuxia, also smiling, told Fugui, "Go and pack up the old man’s things."
After saying that, she went to the old man, "Old man, can you walk?"
"It’s fine, it’s fine. Thank you, miss."
Yang Chuxia went to the servant who was holding the silver, took the ten taels of silver, and left with the old man.
As Fugui brought the carriage, Yang Chuxia handed the silver to the old man, "Old man, where do you live? Let me take you home first. From now on, don’t come to the county town to sell things anymore. Our Wangquan Town is good enough. So he won’t bother you again."