"Alright, alright, now go to sleep," said Lin Yicheng, tucking in the three children before rising to leave the room.
How could simple commoners like them possibly endure such natural and human disasters?
Thinking back to the scenes they witnessed while fleeing from famine, they were nothing but a small part of the lucky ones.
Lin Yicheng was somewhat absent-minded. He heard the door close behind him and then climbed out again.
"Zhiyu, why did you ask uncle to bring back that little beggar?" Lin Jian asked with a pout and displeasure in his tone.
"Yeah, Zhiyu, my dad said you were the one who told him to bring back the thief," added Lin Zihan, nodding in agreement. Both brothers then turned their heads simultaneously towards Zhiyu.
"He was the one who told me where the beads were," replied Zhiyu, his voice muffled by the blanket over his head.
"But he was the one who stole them in the first place," Lin Jian continued.