Seeing the look in Mrs. Wang's eyes change, Mrs. Lin hurried to speak before she could. "It's not that I'm jealous she made money. I'm just confused about you all buying land—her family has always been crying poor!"
Mrs. Wang finally lost her temper. "How has she been crying poor? Have you ever lent her a single coin? Look at this three-room, run-down thatched hut! And look at Qingmu—he's so old and they still don't have money to arrange a marriage for him. Is that what you call *just* crying poor? They finally managed to scrape together a bit of money to buy land. Do they have to give you a detailed explanation for it? Should they also go around beating gongs and drums to announce where the money came from?"
Mrs. Lin, seeing that they had argued for a good while without explaining where the money for the land came from, was both angry and annoyed. "So, did the money just fall from the sky? If you don't want to say, then don't. Who are you trying to fool with all this nonsense?"
