Uncle for the first time in his life spoke up bravely and yelled, "Money? You think you can still ask her for money now after how you treated her? Back when she and my mom were having such a hard time, you weren't willing to give them a single penny. What do you want now?"
"What else can I do? She's so rich. Look at the state of my life with this good-for-nothing man. You still don't seize the opportunity. Are you trying to drive me to my death?" Aunt began to nag again.
"I can't throw away my dignity, nor am I in a position to ask for money. I'm useless anyway, and I have no money. The money I used to have is all under your control. I don't even have money to visit my mom's grave and buy some incense and paper offerings... Since our lives have become like this, let's just live with it." Uncle grasped his hair and sat on the ground.
Beside him was the messy stall, which hadn't even opened for business today.
They had been living this sort of life for the past two years.