In the early morning of the following day when Tang Yuxin woke up, she planned to visit Chen Zhong again. She loved the scent of medicinal herbs there and the cool aroma of Ink Frost, and being a doctor herself, she had a strong affinity towards medicinal materials.
However, just as they were about to leave, the Sang family arrived, all with long faces, clearly signaling ill intentions. The Tang family didn't even have a proper table or chairs anymore, all had been taken by the Sang family. Tang Zhinian had procured a large tree stump from the mountain and had managed to even out its edges to fashion a table sturdy enough to have a meal on. Even the stools were made from tree roots. Although they weren't aesthetically pleasing, they were indeed very solid.
Besides the earthen kang bed formed with mud in the house, there was nothing left. Even if the Sang family wanted to take it, it would be impossible to demolish the earthen kang bed and carry the mud back, right?
