Another villager, hearing this, spoke up harshly, "What are you planning to do? I'm telling you, don't scheme anything wicked. The benefactor is helping the village solve the problem of unsold fruit. We can't be ungrateful. If you dare to harm the benefactor, watch out for my fists—they don't see reason."
Shart, emboldened by this challenge, placed his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and stuck his neck out, saying, "Come on then, hit me! Go ahead and hit me!"
He actually wanted someone to hit him so he could extort money.
Shart's aggravating demeanor was truly infuriating, and the villager was about to hit him when he was stopped by his companion.
"Don't stoop to his level. He's like a plaster that won't come off; you can't let him stick to you. Let's go, in these times, it's good enough if we take care of ourselves. Don't get entangled with him any longer."
"But, he's really infuriating..."
"Let's go, let's go..."
The man pulled his companion away.
