"I've agreed with your dad that you can farm my land, and I won't take any money from you, just half a bag of rice from the harvest will do."
"Everyone's talking about poor harvest, no rice! You old geezer, do you believe I'd smack you? If it wasn't out of respect for you being my uncle, I wouldn't have bothered bringing you sweet potatoes! Carrying them till my back aches and pains, and now that I've brought the sweet potatoes, you have to pay me for the labor, ten yuan each time."
"You want payment for carrying them over? Why don't you just go and rob someone?" Yang Jinghai fumed.
"Aren't I robbing you now? You old fart, what are you saving all that money for? Who are you leaving it to?"
"I'll give you five yuan." Yang Jinghai turned and went inside the house.
Five yuan it is, better than nothing. The man strutted around the yard with a sense of pride, whistling away.
Seeing how beautiful Yang Jinghai's chickens were, he thought about catching one to kill and eat.
