"Where are you from? How can you dig bamboo shoots like that?" Dog Song, who had just reached the mountaintop, wanted to dig two bamboo shoots to make some homebrew. When he saw Zhou Wu and Ge Yan digging and throwing them wantonly, he shouted unhappily.
"Screw you! Stay out of my affairs and mind your business!" Zhou Wu turned around and stared. His stout figure and his fierce look were quite frightening.
However, Dog Song did not cower in fear. He stuck his hoe forward and shouted, "Why? This mountain is our One Finger Village's. The forest is Abbot Fangzheng's. You are permitted to dig only as a result of Abbot's kindness. But the way you dig can not be considered digging bamboo shoots. You are here to trample on his heart!"
"So what if I'm trampling? I'm not trampling you! Go idle elsewhere, pauper!" Ge Yan shouted before Zhou Wu even said a word.
Dog Song roared in anger when he heard that, "Who is the pauper referring to?"
