Wang Chunhua had been quarreling for decades, from one end of the village to the other. When it came to speaking with venom, Xiao Xian couldn't match her; if it was about loudness, Xiao Xian was even less a match. Seeing Xiao Xian not making a sound, Wang Chunhua shouted even louder.
"You tell me, which of your eyes saw my Duoduo stepping into your field. Besides, all the frogs hopping around the mountains, are they supposed to bear the Zhu family name too? Why don't you shout at the frogs, and if they respond to you, I'll return the frogs to you, you wild girl, only knowing how to make a ruckus at other people's doorsteps, aren't you ashamed?" The more she spoke, the more spirited she became; Xiao Xian still said nothing and stepped back, then suddenly grabbed a broom from her house and smashed it towards Wang Chunhua's forehead.
Wang Chunhua, not taking a child seriously, grabbed the broom and was about to strike back.
