Unlike Zhao Yan, who hummed a little tune while driving the ox with carefree ease, the people of Shanghe Village were seething with suppressed rage, silently cursing Zhao Yan and his ancestors in every creative way imaginable.
For these folks, who had one foot in the grave, this was the first time they had ever heard of someone gifting an ox. Oxen were impossible to buy even if you had the money, yet here was someone foolish enough to give one away.
If he had done it secretly, that would be one thing, but he had to go and make a grand display of it so that everyone in the village would know.
Chapter 195