"Mother, it's not that we can't endure, but the General's Mansion is really too bullying, arranging us in such a dilapidated yard, clearly looking down upon us. Why should we endure this treatment!" The entire place was dirty, Mo Daoyan didn't want to clean up, simply flopped down on an old stool.
"You stinky boy, are you foolish? Are you foolish?" Old Lady Mo stepped forward, stretched out her dry claws, and jabbed Mo Daoyan's forehead vigorously.
"Mother, what are you doing? It really hurts!"
Mo Daoyan stretched out his hand to touch his sore forehead, and said with a sense of grievance.
After traveling all night and not resting, and being tormented at the entrance of the General's Mansion all morning, now with hunger making his front stick to his back, Mo Daoyan's mood was extremely terrible.
"Having worked so hard to come here, for what do you think I did this? Do you think I did it for myself?"
