"Why do my parents have to give away the money they earned so they can eat and dress well? Why does my cousin get to have a room of his own, while I have to squeeze into a small room with my parents? Why? I'm living worse than the beggars on the street." Despite his young age, Hu Dong was impulsive. Agreeing with Grandma's view, he pointed at the Old Fish Woman and questioned her, his eyes red with anger.
"Your big brother is getting married; of course, he needs to eat and dress well and be nourished, so he can give me a great-grandchild in the future. You're still young, your parents can earn money, don't worry about your share."
"It's all lies, Grandma, I'm fourteen this year. Don't think I don't know. All the money my parents earn is taken by you and given to my uncle's family. My dad is also your son. Why do you treat us like this?"
