บท 61: Chapter 58: A Mild Punishment

"Did you just say you want to rob me?"

Lu Qing carried a sack on his back, brimming with goods, and looked ahead calmly.

In front of him, there were five or six men blocking the road, wielding clubs and looking at him with malice.

If Ma Gu had been there, he would have recognized these men—they were the ruffians Chen San led, whom he had warned and dealt with before.

At the moment, Chen San and his comrades were looking greedily at Lu Qing and his possessions.

Especially at the sight of the pork in the bamboo basket, they almost drooled.

A fortnight ago, they had been beaten up by some folks at the big market and had spent days nursing their injuries.

They had even spent every last dime they had.

Now, they had not tasted meat for over ten days.

They had initially thought to extort money from one or two unlucky souls they might encounter on the road.

But they hadn't expected such a big fat sheep to show up.