Xiong Chixin and the others were dumbfounded by Yang Gongbing's quick judgment. The people outside the hall were extremely excited.
'He's a good official!'
They looked at each other, and immediately, one of them knelt down and pointed at Landlord Xiong. "Sir, Landlord Xiong has forcibly taken over our shop that has been passed down for generations. Please help us!" If Landlord Xiong's assets were all confiscated, they would never be able to take back their ancestral property.
Landlord Xiong bared his teeth. "Nonsense, I paid for it. I have a contract!"
The man complained, "Sir, our family's ancestral property is worth 50 taels of silver, but he only gave us five copper coins. Who would sell their ancestral store for five copper coins? Landlord Xiong forced me to leave my fingerprint at the magistrate office! Boohoo…"
