"The heavy rain hasn't stopped for two days, it's gotten even worse, I reckon no one will be going up the mountain today either, oh well, this storm is good for sleeping."
"The town lord wants me to hunt a tiger, he wants tiger bones for soup, tiger penis for liquor, not sure what he wants to nourish with those tiny nails, how troublesome."
"The rain is still pouring down, seems like the Little Jin River is about to burst, who knows if someone will manage it or not."
"Alright, no one's managing it, and who knows how long this rain will last."
"The rain hasn't stopped, and two more families have fled to the mountain, but how many people can this shabby Taoist temple house? After the heavy rain comes a huge plague, what will we do then?"
"All plump and well-fed during normal days, now something happens, there isn't a hand lent to help, a bunch of donkey-kicked goods."
"Think of a way, the living shouldn't be stifled to death by their own piss."
