"Old lady, your grandson overturned all the tanghulu from the old man who sells them. Shouldn't you compensate him?"
A young man stood up to seek justice, questioning Old Mrs. Mu.
"If you want compensation, go find my grandson. I don't have money!"
Old Mrs. Mu made it clear she didn't want to spend money.
The old man sitting on the ground hugging his leg started to cry bitterly upon hearing her words.
"What shall I do? I have the old to feed above and the young below. My whole family waits for the tanghulu I sell every day to make ends meet. Now the tanghulu is gone, and I'm injured, too. Where is the justice..."
The man saw this and continued:
"Old hag, do you think this is your village where you can get away with a mistake by claiming you have no money?
I'm telling you, matters in our town can be dealt with by the government. By then, your whole family can end up in the county jail eating prison food."
The people around also felt Old Mrs. Mu was unreasonable.
