The group hurried the mule carts away from the area.
Sure enough, there was a well at the end of the street. Gu Qing lowered a bucket and pulled up more than half a bucket of water.
Uncle Ma, knife in hand, scouted the area with Gu Sanlang, Tie Niu, and the village chief's eldest son, Gu Jinsheng. They soon found a house.
The main building had three rooms. It would be a tight squeeze, but it was enough for everyone to sleep.
Uncle Ma had a few of the young men remove the door panels between the rooms, crudely combining the three main rooms into one.
Next, the group brought the mule carts inside.
Everyone hurried to prepare a meal.
The house had an existing stove, but it was only large enough for one family to use. The moment Aunt Liu planted herself there, spatula in hand, no one else went near it.
Everyone was quieter than usual today.
Only the oblivious children—Hu Zi, Bao'er, Shanyao, Lianqiao, and Donglai—were still running around the courtyard.
