Although Xiao Luo went on cleaning on the second floor, the content of their conversation still went into his ears with not even a single letter being dropped. Regarding this, he only laughed it off. It couldn't set off even the slightest ripple in his heart. This was the way the older generation in the countryside thought. What's more, they were his uncles and aunties. He wouldn't bother to argue with them. As long as they were happy, he'd let them talk. However, his life belonged to him. It was up to him to decide how should he live it.
His grandmother felt sorry for him. When she saw the people wagging their tongues outside, she ran out and asked them to go away as far as they could and stop spouting gibberish at her door.
"If you're too bored, go and clear your fields. Stop talking nonsense at other people's doors. Aren't you afraid that the Heavens will punish you to become mutes for the rest of your life?"
