The scene in his dream shifts, and it's still in the courtyard of the Song Family.
Beside the young woman, there's a middle-aged woman negotiating with a dark green-dressed woman, "Eighty taels, if you want I will sell it to you."
The boy, talked about as if he were an object, was curled up nearby, holding his head helplessly, like a frightened deer, invoking sympathy from the onlookers.
"Da'an's wife, you are heartless! You will face retribution!" An elderly man in the crowd pointed at them angrily.
"None of your concern, mind your own rice pudding that hasn't cooled!" Da'an's wife put her hands on her hips and spat.
"Lin Qiao! I forbid you to sell Tingfan! You must not sell him!!"
A woman, somewhat resembling the young woman, squeezed through the crowd and protectively shielded the terrified boy.
"Li Guifen, please talk some sense into your daughter, Song's second family only has this child." An aunt in the crowd urged.
Others chimed in.
