Yangshu Village isn't that big, and everyone in the village is tightly-knit. As soon as they heard a thief was around, those close to the sound hurriedly grabbed their tools and rushed out.
However, the thief seemed to be quite skilled. Despite his injured arm, he endured the pain and could still run surprisingly fast.
As a result, even though many people from the village tried to catch the thief, only Yang Chuxia and Yang Dayong, who came following the sound, could match the thief's speed. The others were left behind.
As they chased the thief and approached the reed marsh, Yang Chuxia's heart sank.
That's because the reed marsh was vast, and beyond it lay a small river flowing downstream. If the thief entered the marsh and slipped down the river, it was almost certain that they would be impossible to catch.
As she expected, their position in the field wasn't strong enough. By the time they reached the edge of the reed marsh, the thief had already entered it.