"Damn it, let me emphasize again, I'm a beggar, not a laundry worker. I have a proper job. Besides, with my begging, Sister-in-law Chen's family won't starve!"
"And, you shorted me three copper coins just now. Don't think I didn't notice! Hand over the three copper coins!"
An Youyou chased out of the courtyard for debt, and Qin Huai noticed that a few families seemed to have moved into the blue stone brick house where beggars used to live on the first floor and tenant farmers on the second. When An Youyou and the woman argued one-on-one, a child was peeking through the window of the room originally belonging to Little Ninth and his group, watching the commotion.
The previously clean and tidy courtyard was now cluttered with debris, and even the ground was not as clean as it used to be.
It seems that An Youyou's memory stretches back a long time since the last dumpling party, and many things have happened in the interim.
