"Jian! Go to the warehouse! Call brother-in-law!"
Wu Genmao was on top of Zhai Huayuan's stomach, right hand gripping the hemp rope, strangling like tying up livestock.
"Cough cough, you, what are you doing... I, I, I..." Zhai Huayuan's face turned red, he couldn't speak clearly.
Wu Genmao lifted his left hand and gave a couple of punches to his stomach: "Pretend! You're still pretending! Do you think I could be fooled because I'm smart?"
Luckily, Wu Genmao's left hand had just recovered, it wasn't strong enough, otherwise those punches would have been too much for Zhai Huayuan.
Unfortunately, Cao Shijian was riding the carriage and shouting at the top of his lungs following Wu Genmao's command, shouting earnestly for brother-in-law— "Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! The child kidnappers are here again!"
Brother-in-law was far away and slow to arrive; instead, the villagers who heard the commotion rushed out first.
