But there were those families who just wouldn't give in, and Manbao's neighbours listened to the bustle next door, starting a fight out of frustration, muttering under their breath, "Good-for-nothings with no upbringing, always noisy, can't you keep it quiet for just a moment?"
"What are you saying?" Zhou Dayuan glared at her, chased away their curious grandchildren who were staring at them, and then said, "I'd like to see you keep talking if you're not afraid of your aunt blocking your door."
The gaunt old lady started ranting and raving, but she too lowered her voice. She was about the same age as Ms. Qian; both had married into Qili Village one after the other.
Don't be fooled by Ms. Qian's demeanor now, spending all day at home doting on her grandchildren, and always smiling gently at the neighbors. She was fierce in her youth.
Seven or eight years ago, she was the village bully, and even the village chief's daughter-in-law didn't dare to provoke her.
