"One says they're busy with political affairs, another claims to be too sick to spare time. Now, neither of you are busy, nor sick anymore, is that it?"
She was not afraid of being overheard and raised her voice further, "You don't feel a bit of heartache when the rod isn't hitting your own son; what stomping the seedlings? Nonsense! Who's implicating whom, does no one have a clear count in their heart?"
After saying this, she covered her face and cried sorrowfully, wailing, "My poor Rong'er, it was just this spring that he passed by on horseback, and his horse lost its footing and trampled a few stalks of seedlings. The farmer who was transplanting seedlings just planted two more to replace them, you said you wanted to make compensation, and the farmer laughed at you for being a rich fellow who doesn't know thrift; it's just two seedlings, and you thought to make compensation, now the seedlings have grown to rice ready to harvest and accused for riding over seedlings..."
