The more Shou Sizu thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he simply stopped walking and stood watching the excitement like everyone else. Shou Jizu was thrilled to see so many people gathered around; he thought to himself, "I was just looking for a place to vent, and you all came right to me—don't blame me."
"Uncle, you have to judge for me, you saw the meat I brought over last night. It was clearly a full bowl of meat, but they accused me of substituting it with sweet potatoes? Is there no justice left? Was it easy for me to prepare a bowl of meat?"
As Shou Jizu spoke, his eyes began to redden. Combined with his good looks of rosy lips and white teeth, he seemed quite pitiable. Many of the older women around showed sympathy towards Shou Jizu, feeling that Madam Shou was indeed being too harsh.
