Yang Chengye looked up and saw a group of people gathered together, pointing and gesturing.

  Yang Chengye arrived at the crowd and saw through the gap that two men were arguing fiercely inside.

  One of the men was a middle-aged man wearing a coarse linen jacket, with a weathered face. The other was a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion, dressed in luxurious attire.

  A wealthy middle-aged man pointed at the coarse cloth jacket and scolded: "You stole my mothers sheepskin cloak, return it to me quickly, otherwise Ill report you to the authorities."

  The middle-aged man in the coarse cloth jacket clutched his bundle tightly and shouted: "Whats with you calling it a kanjian (a type of clothing)? This is clearly something I bought with my own silver! Youre so rich, yet youre bullying me, a poor man. Wheres the justice?"

  The onlookers were indignant, pointing at the dignified middle-aged man and whispering among themselves.

  "Isnt this the owner of the salt shop? Hes usually quite affable, how could he stoop to doing something so despicable?"

  "Theres a saying: you can know a persons face but not their heart. Seeing someone elses good things and wanting to take them for yourself!"

  "This person is really pitiful. Sheepskin coats are precious items that can only be found in the north, and yet they were eyed by the salt merchant."

  "The poor dont fight with the rich, and the rich dont contend with officials; this person can only admit defeat."

  Yang Chengye listened to the conversation of the onlookers and got a general idea of what had happened.

  At this time, only the middle-aged man in the coarse linen jacket with a sorrowful face said to the surrounding crowd: "Everyone evaluate for me, my old mother suffered from rheumatism and was afraid of cold. I spent all my familys property to buy this sheepskin cape from a gold merchant, but he took advantage of his power to bully people and said it was his."

  "Everyone knows that this sheepskin cape is a rare item in our southern region, but for the north its all over the streets. Its precious because its scarce, and thats what makes him jealous."

  The middle-aged man in the coarse cloth jacket spoke louder and louder, talking about how pitiful he was and how despicable the salt merchant was. His mouth was so glib that it made people suspect he was a storyteller.

  The salt merchant still clutched the sheepskin cloak and refused to let go, locked in a stalemate with the middle-aged man in the coarse linen jacket.

  Everyone accused the salt merchant of being wealthy but inhumane, taking by force and seizing greedily.

  "Make way, the town mayor is here, let him judge whats right."

  At this time, someone shouted and the crowd made way for a path.

  The town mayor was an old man with a white beard, dressed in satin and looking majestic.

  The town mayor walked into the crowd, looked at the salt merchant and the middle-aged man in a coarse cloth jacket who were staring each other down, stroked his beard and said: "Ive already heard your story earlier, since you asked me to preside over justice, Ill tell you whats wrong with you."

  The town mayor pointed at the salt merchant and said: "You, a dignified salt merchant, have never seen any clothes? Why must you argue with him over this sheepskin coat?"

  "Town head."

  At this time, the salt merchant said: "This sheepskin cloak was my fathers heirloom before his death, it has special meaning to me. Moreover, my elderly mother holds onto it every day and sleeps with it, now that its been lost for two days, my mother cries every day and refuses to sleep, gradually becoming thinner, how can I not fight for it?"

  The salt merchants words also moved everyone, and they all closed their mouths, unsure of who to believe.

  After hearing the salt merchants words, the town mayor was also in a dilemma. He looked at the salt merchant and then at the middle-aged man in the coarse cloth jacket who was crying pitifully, not knowing how to make a decision.

  "I know whose it is."

  At this moment, a voice suddenly came out from the crowd, attracting everyones attention.

  Everyone looked over and saw a thin boy wearing thin clothes.

  Yang Chengye pushed away the crowd and came before the town head, saying: "I know who this sheepskin cloak belongs to."

  "Stop messing around, kids, and get out of here!"

  The town mayor glanced at Yang Chengye and immediately started driving people away.

  As for Yang Chengyes appearance, the onlookers were all quite curious and said: "Young man, do you know whose sheepskin cloak this is?"

  Having heard everyones words, the town mayor fell silent, he also wanted to see what methods this young man had.

  Yang Chengye rubbed his forehead and said: "The method is very simple, just divide the sheepskin cloak into two halves, one for each person, isnt that okay?"

  Hahaha

  When Yang Chengye finished speaking, the crowd burst into loud laughter, and even the town mayors face turned bright red with anger.

  "Absolutely not!"

  Suddenly, the salt merchant boss shouted: "This is a family heirloom left by my father, how can it be damaged? Young man, dont talk nonsense!"

  "Exactly!"

  The middle-aged man in a coarse cloth jacket clutched the sheepskin coat tightly and said, "Ive spent all my savings to buy this, how can I bear to ruin it?"

  Yang Chengye saw that his plan was unsuccessful, and he said with a turn of his eyes: "I still have another way."

  "Hey, young man, youd better leave quickly and dont make any more trouble here!"

  The mayor lost his patience and started chasing people away again.

  Yang Chengye turned around in his coarse linen short jacket and came to the town mayor, saying respectfully: "Town Mayor, sir, I have already found out whose thing this is!"

  Seeing Yang Chengyes confident appearance, everyone suddenly fell silent, and even the town mayor stared at him in surprise.

  "Young man, dont speak carelessly and ruin someones reputation!"

  The town mayor was somewhat displeased, his turbid eyes staring at Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye looked at the town head without showing any weakness and said: "If the kid is wrong, I am willing to be punished!"

  "Alas, lets just report it to the authorities!"

  The town mayor let out a sigh, clearly distrustful of Yang Chengye.

  Hearing this, Yang Chengye sighed and didnt plan to intervene in this trivial matter anymore.

  "Little brother, youd better say something, whose thing is this after all?"

  Just as Yang Chengye was about to leave, someone in the crowd suddenly asked a question.

  This question, however, piqued everyones curiosity, and they all turned around to look at Yang Chengye.

  Being watched by so many people, Yang Chengye also felt a bit uneasy, after all, he was only fifteen years old at this time.

  "You..."

  The town mayor pointed at the crowd, his face puffed up and bright red.

  Yang Chengye coughed lightly and pointed at the salt merchant, saying: "Since thats the case, Ill tell everyone that this sheepskin cloak belongs to this salt merchant boss."

  Yang Chengyes words instantly triggered a huge wave of shock and outrage: How could this be?

  This is the resentment of the rich in peoples minds, sympathizing with the weak is a common disease.

  Yang Chengye looked at everyone and sighed in his heart.

  "Wait a minute, since you said this sheepskin cloak is salt merchants, who can prove it?"

  Now, the town head was unwilling to give in. He had always been the most respected person in the town, but now he was overshadowed by a young boy, how could he be willing to accept it?

  Yang Chengye shrugged and pointed at the sheepskin waistcoat in the middle-aged mans coarse linen jacket, saying: "It was it that told me."

  Hahaha

  Yang Chengyes words caused everyone to burst out laughing again.

  The village head stroked his beard and said angrily: "You scoundrel, how can such a dead thing tell you?"

  Yang Chengye smiled faintly and took a step forward, saying to the crowd: "Who has white cloth for me to use?"

  I have!

  As soon as Yang Chengyes voice fell, a middle-aged man shouted and handed him a one-foot square white cloth.