Jindou and Jinhoo were ordered to go back into the house to bring out the luggage that had been moved in the day before. There were four or five large bundles piled up under the eaves.
Wang Yonggui's eyes immediately became fixed on them—these were Ahfu's belongings.
At the time he had gone to hire a carriage, these items had all been packed by Ahfu herself, so he reckoned that the valuable things must be inside these bundles.
The more he thought about it, the more Wang Yonggui licked his lips, and he hurriedly urged, "Mother, there are also gifts that I and Ahfu brought for the family inside—"
While he was speaking, Sun Ahfu slowly shuffled in from the back door, leaning against the wall as she made her way into the courtyard.
Her hair was carelessly tied with a strip of cloth she must have found somewhere, her face was flushed, and it was smeared with some black substance that was difficult to identify. The face, which normally drew people in, now appeared somewhat grotesque.
