"Evidence? I have looked at that rice carefully, and it is moldy rice. How can you, a deceitful merchant, still not admit it?" The man was nearly dying of anger, even more unwilling to let the matter drop.
"So what if it's moldy rice? Who can prove that the rice in your home was bought from my shop? Maybe you deliberately let the rice go moldy, and then deliberately ate it trying to falsely accuse my shop to extort silver," the rice shop owner adamantly denied, his words leaving no room for fault.
"Stuff your mother's stinkin' fart!" The man was so furious he couldn't help but blurt out a swear word, "I don't lack that bit of silver. Would I disregard my child's life and come to extort you? You really have the gall!"
"You—you're the one farting nonsense!" The older shop owner also flared up when insulted, "Get out, all of you get out. If you want to sue, then sue. Zhang Ji conducts itself uprightly; I'd like to see if you can actually win."
