At ten o'clock in the evening, Qin Dashan returned home. When Qin Fang learned that he had lost the two thousand yuan from selling ginseng, she angrily scratched him a few times, leaving his face bleeding profusely.
Qin Dashan got furious and slapped her away, "Are you crazy? I feel heartbroken about losing the money too, but what's lost is lost, and it can't be recovered. What can I do?"
"I went back and forth on that street more than ten times until it got dark, and I couldn't keep searching."
"I walked around all day, my feet are so tired I can't lift them, and when I get home, you don't even care if I'm hungry or thirsty. You crazy woman, you just scratch me like this, do you have any conscience?"
