"Don't make it sound so easy. Everyone's having a hard time. Isn't every beggar chased away like a dog?"
Upon hearing Guan Cheng's words, Jiang He scoffed: "Bullshit! People are barely surviving. How many can afford to keep dogs? Even those with dogs have long since slaughtered and cooked them to stave off hunger! Aren't we beggars dependent on the mercy of others? Do you think we are esteemed guests? Don't joke around! Every time we knock on their doors, it means their provisions are reduced. They would hardly welcome us."
At this point, Jiang He said earnestly: "Guan Cheng, don't worry. Winter was tough, but now it's spring, isn't it? Everywhere is full of wild grasses and vegetables, poplars and willows are sprouting. As long as one can work, no one will starve."
Throughout Guan Cheng and Jiang He's conversation, Feng Qingxue remained silent.
