"Wang Dajiao, for the two acres of white radish, here's 1584 for you!" Liu Hun said as he counted out 1584 and handed it to her, but as the money was presented before Wang Dajiao, it was as if she had been smeared all over with cement, fixating her gaze on Liu Hun without taking it.
"Aunt Qi, why don't you want it?" Liu Hun asked, slightly puzzled.
Wang Dajiao twisted her withered lips dismissively as if she was opening the door to an outhouse, and nasty words spilled out, "Look here, rascal, are you trying to cheat an old woman? Do you think I'm blind, deaf, or dumb?"
"Aunt Qi, what do you mean by that?" Liu Hun looked at Wang Dajiao and asked, knowing well that none of the old ladies in the village were easy to deal with.
