Old Master Li's voice had barely fallen when Old woman Qian wanted to retort, but her mouth refused to obey. After a few twisted attempts, she said, "Look at what you are saying, old relative, the child is just fine. He has a loud voice, sturdy."
Right on cue, Hu Wa woke up and started crying loudly in his bed; his voice seemed like it could lift the roof.
Not much later, Qian Xiang's second son, Li Zhanqiu, returned. He was pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with pork. As soon as he entered the yard, he asked loudly, "Dad, why didn't you let me sell meat?"
Old Man Li didn't have the same patience with his grandson. With a wave of his large hand and an impatient shout, he roared, "Stop blabbering and go call back your dad and your brother; there's a business that's more profitable than selling live pigs. Bring back all the pigs we've bought."
Li Zhanqiu entered the house and, chuckling, called out to Old woman Qian, "Grandma."
