In the video, a woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with delicate features and plain clothes, pushed a handcart. A cute little girl of eight or nine walked beside her, helping her push.
An acquaintance spotted her and asked:
"Mrs. Jin, are you taking your child along to set up your stall?"
"Yes, Aunt Zhao."
The little girl greeted Aunt Zhao:
"Hello, Granny!"
"Hello, Runrun! What a sweet tongue this child has!"
Looking at the mother and daughter before her, Aunt Zhao could not help sighing with admiration:
"You're so capable. Even without your husband, you've shouldered the whole household on your own. Just look at how well you've raised Runrun. She's such a sensible child."
"You flatter me, Aunt Zhao. We'll be on our way."
"All right, all right."
Once Mrs. Jin had gone some distance, another woman nearby spat toward her retreating figure:
"Pah!
"So what if she's capable? She's still a widow!
"Her fate is so harsh that she brought death upon her own husband. She deserves to have to show her face in public and scrape out a living.
"Running around outside every day, who knows whether she's still clean?"
Aunt Zhao looked at the woman who had spoken and said:
"Liu, spare yourself some virtue with that tongue. Watch out, or retribution will fall on your own head!"
"You old hag, who are you cursing?
"I'm telling the truth. Plenty of men go to her stall to eat. Am I wrong?"
Aunt Zhao rebuked her:
"In broad daylight, under everyone's eyes, what could they possibly do?
"Mrs. Jin already has a hard enough time raising a child. Why must you wound her with your words?
"What do you gain by talking about her like that?"
"Nothing, but I just can't stand her!"
Aunt Zhao said