One of them said sympathetically, "They're definitely not coming back this time, such misfortune!"
"We'd better pity ourselves though, freezing to death out here and still having to stand guard at the door, sigh, not even a drop of warm wine to drink!"
"Isn't that easy to solve? They only left two people to watch the horses and the carriage. We could take it and exchange it for silver, and we wouldn't have to do this arduous job in the village anymore!"
There must have been over twenty horses; each person could get hundreds of taels of silver.
With this amount of silver, they would have enough to leave the mountain, build houses, buy land, and get themselves wives.
They all dreamt of living a normal life; otherwise, they would be too ashamed to meet their ancestors even in death!
"So, shall we do it now?"
After making up their minds, the two approached the men guarding the carriage.
"Brother, it's so cold, do you have any wine?"
