"I just boiled a pot of water for everyone. Is it really too much to ask for one kettleful as thanks? You’d all warmly welcome a complete stranger who came to the door asking for a drink."
"I had no idea you were all so stingy. Bickering over a single kettle of water for this long... it’s really been an eye-opener. You’re a disgrace to city folk!"
Her use of "you all" managed to rope in everyone who was still dawdling instead of leaving, not having said a single word to mediate.
Everyone’s expression froze. Now it was even more awkward for them to speak. Were they really going to start explaining themselves over a kettle of water?
Zheng was also left speechless by Chi Yun’er. The frustration from her nap had nearly vanished, but now it all came rushing back, leaving her feeling even more stifled!
"You," she said, glaring and pointing her finger at Chi Yun’er. "You’re a parasite on this collective! And you’re acting like you have every right to be gluttonous and lazy?"
"This is the New Society! Look around the village! Every child who can walk and run, every old person who can get around with a cane, they all go to the fields to help out. At the very least, they watch over the drying grounds."
"And you? A perfectly able-bodied young person, relying on your parents’ salary, enjoying the fruits of everyone else’s labor as if it’s your right, refusing to improve yourself or do any work. You’re the one who’s a disgrace!"
"I think the village should hold a meeting to criticize you properly, to make you change your rotten capitalist ways..."
Seeing that no one was speaking up for Chi Yun’er, and that even Jiang Zishi’s room remained silent, Zheng planted her hands on her hips and spoke with even more shrill relish.
But Chi Yun’er suddenly broke into a fit of heart-wrenching coughs, cutting off her momentum. Her face was pale, tears welled in her eyes, and her lip trembled slightly. Looking utterly pitiful, she said:
"So this is what everyone really thinks of me?"
"But from the very beginning, was it ever because I didn’t want to work?"
"When I signed up to become a sent-down youth to help build up the countryside, I was prepared to endure any hardship and work hard."
"But... but this body of mine is just so useless," she said, thumping her chest. With a sob in her voice, she continued, her words drawn out in a miserable, song-like lament:

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