Afterwards, Yang Ming went to the carriage and took out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The eldest of the An Family hurriedly moved a table into the courtyard to prepare a place for Yang Ming to write.
Yang Ming swiftly wrote a promissory note for the repayment of the silver, in duplicate, and both parties sealed it with a thumbprint.
To avoid any criticisms from the Zheng Family, Yang Ming suggested giving the two hundred wen of interest to Old Man Zheng.
Old Man An agreed. He didn't want to take advantage of others; after all, they did indeed borrow twenty taels of silver from them.
Old Man Zheng, frustrated from being thwarted at the An's, gritted his teeth as he took the silver and the repayment receipt, ready to leave.
But then, the terrifying voice of the young man came from behind, "Wait a moment."
Old Man Zheng's face turned rather ugly, being belittled by a youngster not even twenty. It was quite humiliating, "What else do you want?"
