"Quit banging that thing, you're driving me crazy! What are you, summoning the dead?" Mrs. Kuang shouted toward the direction of the gong, then turned back and cursed at the women in the Niu Family Camp: "All of you move your asses, faster! Are you crippled or what, why are you so slow? And you, Qiaozi's wife, you only start wiping the kid's shit now? What the hell were you doing earlier?"
Qiaozi's wife felt terribly wronged and said, "Madam, it's not like I wanted this either, the child stuffed himself at breakfast, that's why he needs to go now."
Mrs. Kuang was furious, and turned to scold Aunt Han: "Sansong's mother, enough already! Don't take so much. You've already filled a whole sack with big chunks of meat, and that sack is leaking gravy. In a bit it'll dirty the whole carriage!"
Aunt Han tied up the sack as she replied, "Madam, don't worry. It's cold out, we'll let it sit here in the cold wind, the gravy will freeze and it won't leak anymore."
