Muniang halted in her tracks, turned her head to glance at Mrs. Liang, and laughed rather than getting angry, "Mrs. Liang, do you really have the time to worry about whether I'm feeling aggrieved or not? I've heard that a few days ago, you secretly dug up several fruit trees and planted them in your own yard. Could it be that you've suddenly taken an interest in cultivating fruit trees? And I don't even know how many of them survived. You should know that fruit trees are not so easy to grow. If you're not careful and they die, tsk tsk, I wonder if Mrs. Liang's frustration will be even greater than mine?"
With that statement, Mrs. Liang's face turned dark instantly. Qiao Muniang's words hit right where it hurt. Half of the fruit trees in her yard died indeed, not to mention the branches she tied to the trunks, emulating Muniang's method—within half a month, they all withered! How her heart ached! She knew that each fruit tree was worth eighty pieces of silver!
