"Master Zhao, just now Chen Dahu replied, saying he's willing to surrender, but on the condition that we don't pursue the charges against him and his sons. How should we handle this?" a constable asked respectfully.
At this moment, Zhao Ya was sitting at a roadside tea stall, drinking tea.
A large bowl of tea for five copper coins, Zhao Ya savored every sip.
After finishing the tea, Zhao Ya stood up, reaching for his money, but the tea shop owner stopped him.
"Master Zhao, you and the brothers work tirelessly every day, for whom? Isn't it for us common people! It is my honor for you to drink my tea. If I take your money, others would talk behind my back."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya smiled without insisting, just nodded, "Then thank you very much."
The tea shop owner's greasy face lit up, and he lowered his voice, "Master Zhao, sounds like you're planning to deal with Chen Dahu?"
"Yes."
