Once the silver was in hand, Zhao Yan lost no time heading straight for Shanghe Village. However, as his ox cart reached the village entrance, he spotted a group of elderly men and women sitting there, gossiping. Zhao Yan’s internal alarm bells began ringing at once.
This group of "intelligence officers" could ruin a person's reputation in minutes, and Zhao Yan decided he had better be cautious. After all, they would wag their tongues at any dog that passed by, let alone someone driving an ox cart.
"Isn't this the Chen family's poor son-in-law? Look at that pathetic state—they really are a match made in heaven, the old Chen family is poor and so is their son-in-law. Truly birds of a feather. And today he’s even got an ox cart to put on airs, as if we don't all know how poor you are." A woman with triangular eyes pursed her crooked mouth and sneered; she was the most vicious gossip in the village.
Chapter 130