Zhang Yu happened to be inside the house and heard them talking, knowing they were doing it on purpose for her to hear.
"These days, you really can't lend money. When they ask to borrow, they're all sweet talk, promising to pay back quickly."
"But a few years after lending the money, they just don't pay it back. When you ask for repayment, they say, 'Why are you making furniture if you don't have money?'"
"Why wouldn't I have money?" Zhang Yu was really angry. "I was just thinking your lives aren't easy either, so I wouldn't press too hard and let you repay slowly."
"Since you're saying all kinds of bad things about me, you pay back by the end of the month."
"Otherwise, I'll have to go to the street office, to the factory."
"No matter how good your attitude is, it's useless," Zhang Yu rushed to each household that borrowed money from her family to notify them of this news.
