"Tian Fugui, why did you set fire to my weaving workshop?"
Following Tong Huaqiong's question, Gu Taohua went up and kicked Tian Fugui hard.
Tian Fugui's mouth was stuffed with cotton by Li Mingxiu and he let out a muffled cry from the kick.
With that kick from Gu Taohua, many villagers were eager to join in on kicking him.
Especially the young women and wives working in the weaving workshop, who saw it as their lifeline. Now, someone was trying to harm them for profit, how could they tolerate it?
"Tian Fugui, you've lost your conscience. How could you have such vile thoughts to burn the weaving workshop? What good does burning the workshop do for you?"
"The upper beam is crooked, so naturally the lower beam is slanted. No wonder your son was executed at the border for backstabbing his superior; it's all because he had a wicked, heartless father like you who lacked virtue."
The crowd surrounding Tian Fugui shouted curses and accusations.
