Tong Sanlang left the courtyard and scanned around, but he saw no one.
It was not yet noon, and the people were still in the fields.
He furrowed his brows, about to knock on the door of his neighbor Yang Guilan's house. But a donkey cart appeared from the corner of the street: Qiao Changshun and his son Qiao Dami were returning home.
Tong Sanlang's brows furrowed tighter, the presence of Qiao Changshun made matters complicated.
As he suspected, the Sun Family matriarch, who had just been about to return home to discuss with Sun Junyan, saw Qiao Changshun guiding the donkey cart and fell to her knees, crying out, "Changshun, please, I beg you!"
Qiao Changshun had been discussing something with his son Qiao Dami. He had caught a cold from the rain the day before and his lame right leg had begun to ache again.
During the survey of apple saplings on the slope just now, he lost his footing and fell down the hill.
Fortunately, he was not injured, though his right leg ached more.