Chen Dafu looked at Gu Baijiang provocatively. "Why aren't the Third Prince and his men with you? Don't tell me they've abandoned you to fend for yourselves?
"You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight. We might be in a village, but these are just ordinary peasants. Don't go dragging innocent people down with you."
"Shut up." Standing so close, the putrid stench from Chen Dafu's breath was blowing right into his face. Unable to bear it any longer, Gu Baijiang gave him a shove. "Mind your own family's business."
Chen Dafu stumbled back two steps and instantly flopped weakly onto the ground.
His theatrical fall made it painfully obvious that he was faking it. Before Gu Baijiang could even wonder what he was plotting, Chen Dafu started yelling at the top of his lungs. "Help! Gu Baijiang is hitting me!"
Despite his old age, Chen Dafu's voice boomed with surprising vigor, immediately drawing the attention of everyone working nearby.
