"This person is really despicable. He already has such a big tavern and still wants others' things."
"Isn't that right, this is simply insatiable greed."
"..."
As Goat-beard narrated the ins and outs of the situation, criticism arose all around, everyone filled with righteous indignation, as if wanting to kill Goat-beard on the spot. This was completely different from their previously indifferent attitude.
"Very well!" said Yang Chuxia after he had finished, "Now, because of your greed, the old man is injured, the pot is broken, and so many ground beans have been lost. Moreover, business cannot be carried out in the next few days. The losses add up with each passing day, all of which is silver in value. Now you have to compensate for all these losses!"
"I'll compensate! I'll compensate!"
Goat-beard obediently nodded, but then added, "But I don't have a hundred taels of silver—I really don't have a hundred taels in cash."