Ji You had no idea about the situation outside. At this moment, she was cradling her elbows, watching her Six Spiritual Threads with the same exasperation one might scold unruly children, "You idiots don't even know the value of firewood and rice when you don't run a household! All you know is eat, eat, eat, and play, play, play. Why don't I see you being proactive when it's time to work?"
Six Strands hung their heads low, silent as chickens.
Ji You huffed, "Knowing your Master is poor, why haven't I seen you try to save for me?"
Six Strands shrank their necks, not daring to pull out a whisker from a tiger's head.
Ji You glared at them, becoming angrier as she spoke, "Knowing that we're so poor we can't even lift the pot lid, why haven't I seen you try to earn money?"
Listening on, Six Strands hung their heads so low they almost buried them in the sand, though unfortunately, there was no sand.
