The Artisan's Tale

Yu Zizhou had probably never met anyone like them in his life. The adults were crude, rude, and petty; the children were unruly, willful, and mischievous. One moment they were united against an outside enemy, and the next they were at each other's throats. Gongye Xuan: You little brat, put that down! I found it first. Bai Xi: You big dummy, the dead guy stole yours. This one's mine. Gongye Xuan: You stole that from the dead guy, and he stole it from me! Bai Xi: Yeah, I took it from the dead guy. What makes it yours? You're a grown man stealing from a kid. Have you no shame? Gongye Xuan: You little brat! Bai Xi: Big dummy! Little brat! Big dummy! Little brat! Yu Zizhou: ...