"Who dares to talk ill of you?" a woman said with a laugh.
"Look at you all, so odd and bizarre. As soon as this old maid comes by, you all stop talking. Isn't it obvious?" Old Lady Mo also sat down under the tree.
This was the locust tree at the entrance of the village, where the villagers liked to sit and chat during their free time. Anything big or small that happened in the village could be learned just by sitting here for a while.
"Hey, you old hag, you really are suspicious. We were talking about the old residence on the other side preparing to build a house! We stopped talking because we were afraid you couldn't handle it."
"Indeed, I heard they're going to use blue bricks and tiles for the roof. When it's finished, it'll be even more luxurious than your Mo family."
