How dare someone use such quantities of fine cloth to enclose the exterior of that storefront? Who gave him the audacity?
Does he not know how many people in this world lack clothing to wear?
Does he not understand what these bolts of cloth signify?
Scoundrel! Seize this fellow at once and bring him back to me!"
As she spoke, her anger not fully pacified, she grabbed a trinket from the table, ready to hurl it.
But when she grasped the object, she paused for an instant and then, shaking her head helplessly, gently set it back down.
The item in her hand was none other than the pair of grasshoppers woven from grass leaves.
When busying herself with affairs, she would often place these objects atop her Imperial Table.
For some reason, whenever her mood soured or she encountered vexing matters, looking at these two little grasshoppers would calm her emotions.
After putting them down, she viciously tapped the little grasshoppers with her finger:
