The next day
Despite Madam Xie's advice, Xuexue went to the stream with her little wooden bucket to catch river snails again, and she returned with a full harvest.
"You little cheap hoof, why bother picking up so many lowly things?" Old Lady Mo burst into flames the moment she saw Xuexue bring back a bucket of river snails; not only were they inedible, but they also wasted firewood.
Xuexue's lips twisted disdainfully as she said impatiently, "I'm collecting my own things, what does it bother you?"
"My! Talk back to me, will you? You little cheap hoof, has your audacity grown with time? You're as repulsive as your barren mother."
During this time, Xuexue's temperament had drastically changed. Whenever Old Lady Mo berated Madam Xie, Xuexue would surely stand up and confront her. Old Lady Mo had long been seething with suppressed rage. With a glare, she scolded, "If you dare, don't use my firewood to cook them."
