"That's right, that's right. You can't just oppress people with your power; if it truly comes to that, then how are people like us supposed to survive?"
"Exactly, if you buy up all the alcohol, how are we supposed to explain it when we go back? This won't do, at least leave us five or ten jars."
"You're really not afraid of the wind biting your tongue, are you? A mere overseer from the County Magistrate's house, daring to want a share. Five or ten jars? Let me tell you, not even one jar will be left for you."
"Look at what you're saying, isn't this oppressing people with power?
What's wrong with us being from the County Magistrate's?
Doesn't the County Magistrate count as an official?
Doesn't the County Magistrate count as a person?
Besides, this alcohol is sold to everyone, open to all. It's not just sold to you!
So naturally, we have the right to buy it too!
And what's wrong with ten jars? Our master can afford it, so what's the problem with buying ten?"
