It was just after lunchtime, when the men and women from each household had just returned home to have lunch and rest, not yet gone out to work. There isn't much in the way of entertainment in the village, but the nature of gossip is the same everywhere. The loud quarreling of the Sang Pingliang couple had already drawn the neighboring men and women to come out to watch the excitement, quickly gathering a crowd of more than a dozen people.
Seeing Sang Yufei standing there with a face full of embarrassment and helplessness, almost being pointed at his nose by the gesticulating Sang Pingliang, the crowd couldn't help but start discussing among themselves, inwardly sympathizing with Sang Yufei.
Some older and more mature onlookers couldn't resist stepping forward to persuade Sang Pingliang, "After all, he is your own nephew. Brother Sang, if you have something to say, say it nicely. Why get so furious!"
