Sure, here's the translation:
Crash, crash.
The feed floated on the water, carp flipped their tails in contention, opening and closing their fish lips, swallowing in big gulps, tiny particles of feed being rolled into the vortex.
Xie Hongyu glanced at the remaining feed in the small wooden bowl, unable to resist any longer: "Grandfather, shouldn't we do something? Outside, people are clamoring..."
"Clamoring about what?" the Tusi asked.
Xie Hongyu fell silent, unable to speak.
"Clamoring to change the Tusi?"
Xie Hongyu lowered his head in shame.
"Head up, we, grandfather and grandson, have done right by the Southern Frontier, by the Nine Villages, by everyone, why lower your head? Let them clamor, as long as they don't disturb our sleep." The Tusi scattered another handful of feed, the water surface rippling, "After me, who in the Nine Villages can take the role?"
"No one!" Xie Hongyu shouted passionately, "Just a rabble!"
