Following the directions I received, my aunt kept walking straight ahead and turned left at the second alley entrance.

The distance didn't seem far, but carrying the package was already a struggle. My aunt walked slowly forward. The path was slightly uphill, making it even more tiring.

A bicycle turned out of the alleyway and came towards us.

This alley is actually quite spacious; it's not a problem for five or six bicycles to ride side by side, let alone one.

Unfortunately, the person riding the bicycle in the opposite direction was a beginner, just learning to ride, and since it was downhill, their speed was naturally fast. Seeing that they were going too fast, this person tried to brake, but no matter how hard they squeezed the handbrake, it didn't work.

This time he panicked. He wasn't very tall, and it was a cheap bicycle; he couldn't get off.

In the chaos, he lost control of his direction and headed straight for his aunt.

Auntie goes left, he goes left; Auntie goes right, he goes right.

In a moment of panic, the third aunt dropped her bag, as the other woman, carrying the bag, couldn't dodge it. At least she wasn't hit.

The bicycle crashed directly into her bag, causing her and the bicycle to fall.

"Young man, are you alright?" Auntie San kindly went over to help the young man who had fallen.

"Are you alright? Do I look alright? How could you not watch where you're going? Look how badly you fell!" The young man stood up and hurriedly went to steady his bicycle. The handlebars were bent, and he was heartbroken.

Auntie was dumbfounded. "Young man, were you the one who tried to hit me with your bike? I'm not even angry, yet you're acting all high and mighty!"

"Look at what you've done to my bike! It's brand new!" the young man yelled.

My aunt was carrying a bag in each hand at the time. The young man's bicycle hit one of the cloth bags. The cloth bag had already been scratched by the bicycle.

"Young man, you've torn my bag." Auntie's face turned cold.

"How much is your tattered bag worth? How much is my bicycle worth?" the young man shouted.

“No matter how much my bag is worth, you're the one who broke it,” Auntie said.

"What? You want someone else to pay for your bag?" An old woman's voice came from behind Auntie San.

The speaker was Mrs. He.

She had been following behind her third aunt. Seeing the large bags and bundles, she knew they were outsiders. Ever since the Wei family moved in, she'd gotten angry at any outsiders. And then this woman spoke with the same accent as the pregnant woman.

Regardless of whether they are relatives or not, Mrs. He gets angry just looking at her.

And coincidentally, the man on the bicycle worked at the train station. His father had some connections there, and Mrs. He was hoping he could find her youngest son a temporary job. If they didn't help him now, when would they?

"He damaged my things, shouldn't he compensate me?" Auntie knew from the old lady's tone that she was going to take her side.

"If someone else's bicycle gets damaged, you have to pay for it too. Do you think your tattered bag is worth the price of a single spoke?" Mrs. He said dismissively.

"Young man, can she speak for you?" Auntie San spoke in a somewhat cold tone, and her words were slow. She clearly wasn't the type to argue.

"Is the old lady wrong? Is your bag more valuable than my car?" the young man said.

My aunt never expected to encounter such unreasonable people.

"No matter how valuable the bicycle is, you're the one who hit me, not the other way around," Auntie said, sounding a little angry.

"The road is so wide, why did you have to crash into someone's car? I think you're just trying to extort money from them!" Mrs. He said.

"Can she represent your opinion?" Auntie San retorted angrily.

"You're the one who's in the wrong!" the young man said.

"I was driving on the right, I did nothing wrong. Now you have to pay for my bag, and whatever's broken inside, you have to pay for it too."

"If you don't agree, we're going to the police station right now." Auntie San originally thought that he could just say sorry and that would be the end of it, but now she wasn't willing to accept it.

Of course, the young man didn't want to go to the police station! He knew perfectly well whose fault it was.

After a day and a night's journey, Auntie hadn't had a proper wash, and carrying so much stuff made her face sweaty. She looked nothing like her usual self. This young man didn't seem to care about her. She even wanted to report him to the police station? The young man got angry.

"You even went to the police station to report a case? Do you know what I do for a living?" The young man pointed to his clothes.

If Song Yan and the others were there, they would definitely recognize who this young man is. He's the train conductor who was checking Wei Aiguo's belongings on the train.

He said it was for inspection, but it's hard to say how much will be left after he finishes the inspection.

The young man was wearing a train conductor's uniform.

Auntie scoffed, "Does he think he's a country bumpkin? Can't he tell what he's wearing? Is he afraid of people in uniform?"

Because of their argument, a few people had already gathered around.

Everyone was watching the commotion and didn't notice a little girl already nearby. She even ran over to peek at her aunt, then skipped away.

Unable to suppress the heart of an old grandfather, Shen Changchuan came to stroll around the area, but dared not approach. He had been watching the whole affair from a distance.

He also saw Xiao Yueyue's quirky and mischievous appearance.

He had intended to bring the child out to avoid her getting hurt in the scuffle between the adults. But before he even got close, little Yueyue ran off…

The argument continued, and Auntie San got really angry.

"What are you wearing? Even if you were wearing a dragon robe today, I would still go to the police station and report you!"

Haven't you ever heard of someone hitting another person with their bike and then acting like it's perfectly justified?

"I walk on the right." Auntie stood ramrod straight, her expression serious, a stark contrast to her earlier amiable demeanor.

The young man was a little dumbfounded.

Auntie was indeed traveling on the right, so the young man ran over there and bumped into her.

Mrs. He thought she was just a woman from out of town and wanted to scare her away. Little did she expect that this would escalate into a serious argument.

If we go to the police station, this guy will definitely be in the wrong. Since things have come to this point, wouldn't it be better to help him to the end and show more gratitude?

Mrs. He unleashed her usual tantrum. "What are you all looking at? Get out of here!"

"Whoever doesn't leave, I, Old Mrs. He, will curse them!" The onlookers were all from the neighborhood. Everyone knew what kind of person Old Mrs. He was. There was really no need to provoke her.

People actually left in twos and threes.

Mrs. He picked up her third aunt's bag and threw it across the road.

Then I heard a clattering sound inside.

"Qi family boy, bring your bicycle over here," Mrs. He called out.

It turned out that the train conductor's surname was Qi. He had already lifted the train up, but when the old lady told him to, he took a few steps to the side.

“Everything is on the left. Who saw you going through on the right?” Mrs. He said, hands on her hips.

Auntie San never imagined there could be such unreasonable people in the world. "You! You..."

"Pay up! Apologize!" Mrs. He said.