"You are all bad people! You are all bad people!"
The little boy who threw the mud shouted loudly, his eyes filled with hatred.
He was about to pick up more mud to throw, but was quickly stopped by a pair of frightened parents.
Both parents pulled the child to their knees and kowtowed to Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu, "The child didn't mean to do it, Noble Ladies, please, you have great tolerance, spare the child!"
The couple was dressed in tatters, their clothes patched dozens of times, the man barefooted, the woman wearing straw shoes, their bodies covered in mud.
Murong Jiu looked around, noticing many others dressed like them, all busy with spring plowing.
But they had all stopped their work and were looking this way.
On a distant ridge, a pot-bellied middle-aged man stealthily picked up a hoe and pretended to till the soil, his dress completely out of place with the other farmers.
She got down from the carriage, looked at the couple, and asked, "Do you know who we are?"
