Su Ying helped Mama Zhao put on her straw raincoat and hat. She then put on her own hat and gave the remaining oil-paper umbrellas to He Shouyi, Zhang Cuiniang, and her son.
Not long after they left the village, the rain became heavier.
The heavy curtain of rain made it almost impossible to see the road ahead, but they had walked some way and wouldn't turn back to take shelter from the rain.
Their mission was to pass through Yue City and head southwest that day.
"There is a hole in the heavens. How can we travel in this rain? Damn it." A young bailiff cursed. For him, this trip was an arduous task. The prisoners were tired, and the bailiffs had also suffered along the way.
According to the planned route, they would spend the night in a dilapidated temple outside Yue. However, if the rain continued like this, they would not be able to reach the place before dark.
"Boss, is there no shortcut?"
