"Yang Cheng is indeed from our village. I wonder what business you have with him, gentlemen?"
The big man grinned menacingly, "Not much, just that his wife borrowed twenty taels of silver from our master yesterday, saying it was for some tuition fees for their two sons. Today, she has to return thirty taels. We're here to collect."
"What? Borrowed money, twenty taels?" The village chief was startled, and the people nearby, emboldened by his presence, also jumped in shock.
A villager hurriedly pointed to a nearby house, "Yang Cheng's house is over there. You can go and check it out."
The big man looked at the villager appreciatively, "Smart lad, if you ever run out of money, come to the city and find us. You can borrow however much you need."
Another burly man snickered, "As long as you can repay. If not, it's fine too, your women and children can be collateral. If worse comes to worst, pay with your life."
Hearing this, the villager staggered and almost fell to the ground.
