A Farmer's Everyday Gripes

Qiao Village is a beautiful place of clear mountains and rivers. Come see the everyday bickering of an ordinary farming family. Scene One: After the rain, Qiao Erniu went up the mountain to pick mushrooms and accidentally hit her head. When she woke up, she was acting a little strange. Look at her now, rummaging through the house for something. What is she looking for? Qiao Daniu leaned against the doorway, cracking sunflower seeds and tossing a few to her little brother to eat. Hearing her second sister mutter, "Is there some kind of ancestral jade pendant or jade ornament?" she rolled her eyes. "Give it up. For eight generations back from Grandpa, our family has been tenant farmers, pure and simple peasants. An ancestral jade pendant? If you find even a piece of broken jade, I'll take your surname!" Qiao Xiaodi scratched his head. Aren't we all already the same surname? Still, Big Sis, his favorite caregiver, mattered more. "Mm-hmm, Big Sis is right!" Their mother smacked Qiao Daniu on the head. "Look at all the sunflower seed shells you've scattered across the floor. Go clean them up!" Qiao Daniu reluctantly turned to fetch the broom and dustpan. Only then did their mother nod in satisfaction and go inside. She handed Qiao Erniu a rock. "Erniu, stop making a fuss. Here's a rock for you. Hide it away for eighteen generations and it'll become a family heirloom!" Qiao Xiaodi nodded. "Mm-hmm, Mother is right!" Scene Two: Qiao Xiaodi looked at the hole in the roof again. How many times had this happened this year? "Mother, Big Sis, Second Sis, someone broke our roof again!" Their mother was already charging over with a knife, while Qiao Daniu and Qiao Erniu were rinsing their mouths, getting ready to negotiate how much the culprit should pay. Seriously, the roof is always getting smashed. Why don't we just stop fixing it and build a house somewhere else? Looking at the well-dressed man who'd fallen through, holding a fan inscribed with something like, "I have come for the moonlight in its fullness," Qiao Daniu rolled her eyes. Reading an unfamiliar character by its radical should be close enough, right? What use is this shabby fan, anyway? But that jade pendant he's wearing looks valuable. Maybe we can make him pay up? Qiao Daniu looked at Qiao Erniu, hoping they'd join forces. But Qiao Erniu was staring at the jade pendant again. Honestly, are you obsessed with jade or something? Can you have a little dignity? Whenever you see jade, you want to prick your finger and smear it with blood. What kind of weird hobby is that? Qiao Xiaodi looked from his big sister to his second sister. Weren't they supposed to join forces and face outsiders together?