Xiao Wang cursed inwardly. 'Nostalgia'? What a load of nonsense! It's all about that precious piece of land, isn't it? They just don't want to sell it to us. Who do they think they're fooling with such a clumsy lie?
While Xiao Wang was inwardly scoffing, Sun Mei continued, "You might not know this, but just the other day, Shopkeeper Wang from Guang Ju Restaurant—you know, the one right next to your tavern—came to our home. He offered fifty taels of silver for our foundation plot."
Sighing, she said, "Ah, but my stubborn daughter refuses to sell it and has hidden the deed to our old house. We've been unable to find it. So, it's not that we don't want to help you; we simply can't."
Zhao Chun and his wife exchanged glances, not believing a word of it. They saw Sun Mei's story as nothing more than an excuse to avoid selling them the property.
However, they weren't going to give up. They decided to keep pressing the matter and wouldn't rest until they got what they wanted.
