"Qin Ming, if what your parents said is true, then what you're doing is wrong. Look at the times we're in, with this famine going on. It's not just your family—every household in our county can't fill their stomachs. Our relatives from the countryside keep coming into town begging for a few pounds of grain.
You have so much grain and yet you're ignoring your younger siblings and parents? That's really indefensible."
"Yeah, and I don't know how you got so much grain, but storing four or five hundred pounds at home? We can't even fill up with the monthly grain supplies, yet your family can store grain? It must be acquired through some deceitful means."
"It could very well be that they brought the grain from home to the county. And now, leaving their younger siblings and parents to starve, they do nothing about it. Just by looking, you can tell Qin Ming isn't a decent person."
Jiang Yue and Qin Ming couldn't say a word. What could they say?
