But when he thought of his father, who was a great hero, he didn't cry.
He held onto the small awl his mother used for making shoes every day, accompanying her.
When his aunt came to scold them, he would scold back. He was adept at cursing, especially imitating the old woman at the village entrance with taunts like "can't lay an egg, bear sons without backsides, and let old mothers lie flat..."
When his aunt tried to hit him, he'd shout about reporting to the authorities.
The town hall in Woyao Town was his first visit here; it was so grand and imposing.
He was actually quite nervous.
He had never seen so many soldiers before.
And each one was wearing armor and carrying swords and spears.
His foul-tempered uncle was also kneeling, as was his aunt. Her few fierce brothers were all kneeling with their heads down. Even the formerly arrogant constable who hunted people everywhere was now kneeling, his buttocks raised high, not daring to lift his head.
