Chapter 33 - 31: He who gathers firewood for the masses should not be left to freeze to death in the snow and wind.
The chaos was considerable.
Two tables had been set up in the courtyard.
There were quite a number of guests who showed no restraint, scouring the place.
"Uncle, everyone outside is saying Zhou Ji made his fortune these past two years. How come there are only enough resources for two tables?"
"We are all here to help handle Zhou Ji's affairs. How can we do it if we're not well-fed?"
"Why don't you bring out some money, then? I'll have someone fetch a few pounds of drinks."
"Zhou Ji is no longer with us, but we are all of the same clan. Rest assured, Uncle, we will handle his affairs gloriously."
"Since the money he saved for his wife is now useless, take it out, and I plan to get him a fine coffin."
A few men, quite dissatisfied, pointed at the crying old man in the courtyard and proceeded to 'advise' him.
Meanwhile, the old man, his hair white and skin withered, was crying weakly without any strength left.
Next to him, a little girl, evidently under ten years old, was terrified by the scene and sobbed loudly.