"You lazy hag! You must've been a starving ghost in a past life, as if you haven't eaten in eight generations. You're sick with greed! How could you steal and eat your own son's food? Even a sow knows to protect her piglets, but you're worse than any pig! Is there anyone else in this whole village like you? So lazy, so gluttonous, so shameless, and with no regard for your own children. If that spineless loser Li Laoda had any guts, he'd have divorced you and sent you packing—instead of letting you stay here and disgrace the family! Eat, eat, that's all you know how to do. And after all these years of stuffing your face, look at you! Still skinny as a rail, not even four taels of meat on your bones. You can't do housework, you can't work the fields. All that food wasted on you. If we'd fed it to a pig, at least we'd get a couple hundred pounds of pork for the New Year. What good are you?"
