"I must say, what does the Jiang family's house have to do with you?" Li Xia, the blind old woman from outside, couldn't bear it anymore.
From their conversation, she realized Old Madam Jiang and the brazen wife of Jiang's eldest son were plotting to take over the house.
When Jiang Gui's wife saw the blind old woman, she pointed at her and retorted, "Why does it concern you, blind woman? The Jiangs have a tiny house of their own, so we, from the larger branch of the Jiangs, should move in. Isn't that alright? After all, we share the same surname, Jiang."
"What insolence! When the Jiang family were up in the mountains gathering wild vegetables, you audaciously separate their home and didn't spare them even a grain of rice. Now you pretend to be part of the same family?"
Li Xia was never friendly with Jiang Gui's wife. She had a knack for standing up to her.
