บท 142: A Pitiful Person

At noon, Old An's eldest son saw the bowl of wild vegetable and bland fish soup on the table before him and smashed it.

He really did not want to live like this anymore.

"Didn't you say that Minister He wants to buy An Jiuyue's son? Why don't we steal An Jiuyue's son and sell him while no one is paying attention?

"We can at least get some money for some food!"

"Shut up!"

Old An perked up when he heard what his eldest son said. He immediately roared in anger.

"An Jiuyue is the An Clan Village's benefactor now. The Chief and the Junior Officer will not spare anyone who dares to cause trouble for her. Are you trying to kill our family?"

He lectured his eldest son.

"Father, how can you say that?"

An Er was unhappy to hear that and spoke up for his eldest brother.

"We're doing this for An Jiuyue's sake. Think about it—she's just a woman. How can she raise so many sons?