Mr. Zhao was a figure of great authority in the Zhao Village.
For one, this was due to his age and seniority.
For another, Mr. Zhao had fought rebels as a young man and was quite a capable fighter.
Furthermore, Mr. Zhao was fair in his dealings and never showed favoritism. Even if his own sons or grandsons made a mistake, he would beat or punish them as they deserved, earning him great respect.
It was this very old man—one who was wholeheartedly dedicated to the village, handled matters with great integrity, and hadn't been seen angry in years—who was now so furious his face was red and the veins on his neck were bulging. A grim, murderous light glinted in his sharp eyes.
It was beneath him to argue with a woman, so he just stared fiercely at Chen Dachang. "Is this true? Dachang, I want a straight answer. Did you really promise one girl to two families, scheming behind our backs to fool the Zhao Family?"
