In the dead of night, Lin Changming sat at the entrance of Lin Zhenrong’s house, hoe in hand. His eyes were fixed intently on Lin Moyang’s place. He didn’t make a move the moment he saw the lights go out in Lin Moyang’s house; instead, he waited for a long time. Only when the night had grown deep and silent, and every household had extinguished its lights, did Lin Changming flick his cigarette butt to the ground, sparks scattering in the mud.
"Third brother, be careful," Lin Zhensheng said, stepping outside wrapped in a Zhongshan jacket to offer a final word of caution.
At these words, Lin Changming gritted his teeth and glared at the tent in the darkness, gripping the handle of his hoe tightly. "Don't worry. I’m going to pull up every last one of his mountain goods, root and stem. After the time he made me spend in that lock-up, it’s only right I collect some interest."
Chapter 182