"It wasn't your Big Brother who let the oxen eat their crops. Why should he go?" Madam Hu-Zhang said unhappily.
Hu Gui glared at her. "It's not Big Brother, but his son. Little An was the one who grazed the oxen."
"Don't slander him. Ah Ling already said that the ground is full of your footprints. You knelt down and admitted it just now. Otherwise, why would you be so anxious when she spoke of sending the culprit to the officials?"
"Enough." Old Hu patted the edge of the brick bed and shouted, "Do you still think that the house isn't chaotic enough? Now that the money has already been taken out, hurry up and send it to the Mu family. Third Brother, go back to your room and stay there. When I'm free at night, I'll beat you up. Who asked you to herd the oxen to her fields? Are Madam Ma-Liu and Mu Yangling people you should mess with? They're a family of shrews."
