Although there were not many bricks left, she didn't lack those few taels of silver, but that didn't mean people could just steal from her house. Lin Yuan considered herself not to be a stingy person, if anyone really had difficulties and wanted to borrow a few bricks, she would have generously given them away.
But stealing crossed her bottom line.
In contemplation, Xia Zheng had already started to observe closely, bending down. The countryside was different from towns, with dirt paths everywhere. Once washed by rain, they became wet and muddy. Although the paths were not easy to walk on, they had a benefit—one's footprints could easily be left behind.
Xia Zheng pointed at the messy trail of footprints on the ground, looked up towards the direction they led, and scoffed, "It seems someone has taken an interest in you."
