Yun Xiaoxiao began to demonstrate to Fang Meiyun, "My little Uncle Fang and Little Aunt are pretty good to me, they give me ten jin of coarse grain every year, and these ten jin of sweet potatoes, which are especially numerous in number, plus they give me ten jin of fine grain. Although I have to pick out quite a lot of rice grains each time I cook, this is still considered fine grain."
After she finished speaking, Yun Xiaoxiao looked at her, "What do you hear from my words?"
"The sweet potatoes are numerous in size, indicating the sweet potatoes are very small, and there are quite a few rice grains in the fine grain, it's only been milled once."
Fang Meiyun's eyes lit up more the more she spoke.
"Saying it this way, instantly lets outsiders know that my little Uncle Fang and Little Aunt are inhumane, and they will start gossiping about them."