Upon hearing this, the old man took out some small change from his pocket with a headache and handed it to his son.

Looking at his greedy eyes, he suddenly remembered something, retracted his hand, turned the silver around and handed it to the headman.

"Please worry about it, village head!"

The village head snorted coldly and took the silver: "What? Are you planning to make me walk to the county government office?"

The old man kicked his youngest son and roared, "What are you still standing there for? Go to Shuanzi's house and borrow the ox cart!"

Bai Hanfa was angry but dared not say anything, and ran away in shame.

The patriarch shook his head and glanced at Tang Youyou's family: "Tang family, if you have any difficulties in the future, come to me!"

Tang Youyou nodded and escorted him out of the yard.

As he turned around, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and dodged it.

It was Bai Laoer's wife, Zhou, who threw a stone: "Bitch, you hit my husband so hard that his chest hurts. Pay for the medicine!"

Tang Youyou looked at the family behind her and asked, "Why? You also want me to pay for the medical expenses?"

A thin and frail little girl stepped aside and shook her head.

Zhou yelled, "Xiao Qing'er, you're a money-loser! I'll sell you tomorrow!"

Xiao Qing'er ran away with tears streaming down her face, wishing Zhou was not her mother.

The others were a little scared, but nodded reluctantly.

"It's only natural to pay back your debts. If you hurt someone, you must pay for the medical expenses!"

Tang Youyou stared at the boy in front of her with a half-smile: "Oh? Then tell me, how much compensation should I pay?"

A hint of joy flashed in the boy's eyes, and he blurted out: "At least five taels of silver!"