The maid was dumbfounded, standing there for a good while before she finally said, "I sincerely want to repay the young master! I really can do anything, and I won't eat for free! As long as I'm not hungry, that's enough! I'm very easy to provide for!"
"Have you no shame? My young master took pity on you and gave you money so you could bury your father. Now what, he's supposed to be responsible for supporting you as well? No matter how you slice it, there's no such reasoning! Could it be that everyone who sells themselves to bury their father can just cling on to others like this? Go on and keep dreaming!" the young servant Zhao Cai scolded, hands on hips.
It was the afternoon, and some of the students from the more relaxed academies had already finished their classes early and were walking by in groups of three or five when they happened to hear what was happening.
They usually prided themselves on being scholars with gentlemanly conduct and could not stand idly by what they saw.
