The descendants of the Chen Family were silent. They were dissatisfied inwardly; being exiled was unlucky enough, yet the old man still assigned them so many tasks every day. It wasn't as if the family had no silver, but he was still penny-pinching in every way. Looking at how others lived, and then looking at themselves, there was truly no comparison.
"So you deliberately omitted it and didn't report it," Chen Dafu said, his hands itching. These brats hadn't been beaten in a few days, and their skin was itching for a thrashing too.
"That's not it, they were just too fast. Plus, a carriage from the county town came to pick them up," Mrs. Chen chimed in to explain. "They only have two legs, how could they outrun a horse? So I told them not to follow."
"Stupid," Chen Dafu cursed. "What kind of carriage was it?"
"Just a horse-drawn carriage," Eldest Chen said, clapping his hands. "I remember now! I've seen that carriage before. I saw the County Magistrate traveling in it."
