"I was also unaware of this," Zhuang Sifu said. "It was Uncle Yonghe who urgently sought me out, mentioning that there were certain matters involving the tofu mill so he asked me to hurry to town and bring you back. Seeing the panic in Uncle Yonghe, I guessed the matter was not small and hurried to fetch you."
Something happened at the tofu mill?
If it were not a small matter, it wouldn't have put Zhuang Yonghe into such a rush.
Zhuang Qingning's face darkened, she quickly informed Zhang Qiuying and Mrs. Cao, and hurried home with Zhuang Qingsui accompanied by Zhuang Sifu.
The tofu mill was Zhuang Qingning's backbone, and it was also where Zhuang Sifu made his silver. Therefore, he did not dare to delay. He swiftly drove the bullock cart towards the village, with the whip cracking loudly against the bulls.
When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw that Zhuang Yonghe was already waiting.
