"What's wrong?" Yang Mancang frowned as he looked at Yang Ruxin.
"There was no tiger inside, but still, let a few aunties go in and take a look," Yang Ruxin's face appropriately flushed a bit, "After all... after all..." She couldn't quite get the rest of the words out.
Yang Mancang then let his wife lead a few other women into the house.
Soon, Lin Xiaoling came out, her expression quite strange. She glanced at everyone, "What tiger? I didn't even see a single tiger hair..." she said and glanced over at Yang Baifu, "Someone's conscience must be guilty."
When everyone looked at the disheveled Widow Lu following behind and then at Yang Baifu, they immediately understood: the two had been having a romp here and for some reason, had gotten quite a fright.
All at once, everyone became excited. The weather was beginning to cool down and the leisurely farming season was approaching. With such juicy gossip surfacing, it was sure to add a dash of intrigue to the otherwise boring times.
