"Brother, I'm scared..."
At the Chen Family's stronghold, inside a sizeable room with blue stone tiles, a little girl, bearing a four-to-five tenths resemblance to Chen Qing, hid behind a burly man. Her eyes seemed to have swollen from crying, and she looked out weakly.
The burly man protecting her had a more straightforward and robust build. Compared to the girl's delicate features, the man appeared much more simple and honest. Yet, at the moment, a hint of severity laced his normally naive face, and he held a sickle in his hand. While shielding the young girl, his eyes burned red as he stared outside!
"Ye Waizi, what are you doing?"
The courtyard was surrounded by a group of villagers in plain clothes, old and young, mostly able-bodied adults. The few elderly men who led them were dressed noticeably better than the average farmer.
