"Isn't this your own doing? Why did you have to go and provoke them?" Gu Yuanhuo scolded bitterly.
"I was just so angry! We're obviously family, so how can we be treated worse than those servants?" his wife complained. "Watching them wander around all day doing nothing while barking orders at us—I just couldn't swallow my anger.
"Qianqian is really something, too. She doesn't differentiate between family and outsiders. Isn't she just throwing her weight around because Old Seventh isn't home? Plus, with our past grievances, she's intentionally trying to torment us."
"You think too highly of yourselves," Gu Yuanshui said. "Just as Qianqian said earlier, what exactly can you do?
"Us brothers only have our brute strength. Would we dare to dream of taking on the carpenters' work? We're all building a house for Old Seventh. Don't we know that a foreman's job is easier and earns more Silver?
