"How could that old devout lady... How could Second Grandma do this?"
After listening to Mo Wu's tearful complaints, Mo Yan snapped a twig in her hand, indignant, "Si Nier is so well-behaved, how could she have the heart to sell her? That's her own granddaughter!"
She never imagined that Mrs. Hong could be so cruel. Just for a few pancakes, she sold her six-year-old granddaughter from Uncle Tang's House and then lied to others, saying she had died of an illness—it was simply monstrous!
Thinking of her obedient and sensible little daughter, waves of pain clutched at Mo Wu's heart, and despite her efforts to hold back, tears spilled from her eyes once more: "The food we brought on the road was stolen by other disaster victims, my third uncle caused a disaster, losing our house and all our silver to Landlord Chen as compensation. Landlord Chen only let him off because of that. Poor Si Nier was sold by her own grandmother for just a few pancakes, sob sob!"