Old Zou and more than ten people scattered in the field to investigate. Looking down, they found traces of corn seedlings being dug up in other cornfields. Looking down, everyone estimated that at least a hundred stalks of corn had been stolen.
Old Zou and Uncle Zhou were angry and afraid. They were angry that so many corn seedlings had been stolen. They were afraid that Madam would blame them for not doing their best and chase them away. The stable days they had painstakingly had were gone.
Old Zou rubbed his face hard and sighed. "Sigh! It's useless to be angry. If Madam doesn't chase us away this time, we have to guard the corn seedlings in the field and not let anyone steal them again. How about this? You guys go cut some bamboo and wood first and build a shack. Dashui and I will go back and tell the young steward to bring us to apologize to Madam."
