Wang Lung:
[must sell his land to feed his family but the buyers take advantage of him]
Thieves! Thieves! And well you know I must sell.
O-Lan:
No! Not the land. We'll not sell the land. We'll keep it. We'll go south and when we return, we'll still have the land.
Uncle:
But I've arranged it. I brought these men here. You MUST sell!
O-Lan:
Is it your land? Did you buy it bit by bit? The land is our life... and it's better to go south... or die walking... than to give it to you for nothing.
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