Juhua was reaching the end of her rope. 'These people deserve to be poor,' she thought. 'When they have nothing, they get along peacefully. But the moment there's a tiny bit of profit to be had, they start fighting.'
She had only planted the peach trees on a whim because she loved the beauty of peach blossoms and weeping willows everywhere. It was never for financial gain. The land wasn't even theirs, so even if you planted the trees, you couldn't really call them your own. But, just as He had said, no one was stopping them from picking the peaches. So why were they making such ugly faces about it? 'It's so irritating to listen to!'
