Oh, when this kid came, he was like a fluffy steamed bun, but now he's turned into a hard black steamed corn bun—
Who do you complain to about this? Those who don't know might think he's really hardworking in the countryside.
When Seventh Uncle said this, the villagers at the door started chiming in:
"Exactly! We were about to put the shovel back, but seeing Zhang Yanping standing there like he was going to hit someone, we were too scared to make a sound."
"That guy just now seemed sneaky, what was he trying to do? Maybe he was scoping out the place."
"Sigh, you saw how Yanping came back and scared him off. That guy must have a really small courage—I'll leave the hoe here, we need it again in the afternoon, so we'll pick it up on our way."
People said their goodbyes in twos and threes, patting their full bellies as they wobbled home.
Zhang Yanping entered the courtyard with a sullen face and sighed: "If I leave now, I'm afraid I'll get ID checked several times on the way."
