Zhao Youwei suddenly thought of something and asked the old man, "Old gentleman, since this courtyard is yours, I assume you've lived here for decades? You must be familiar with everyone around here. Have you heard any crying from a child in a family that didn't have one before, or have you seen a dark-skinned lady carrying a dark-skinned child into any courtyard?"
The old man shook his head after hearing this, "I'm old, and my hearing is not good. I could hardly hear you knocking just now. Moreover, all sorts of people live in this area. I tend to keep my gate closed, so I haven't seen any dark-skinned woman with a dark-skinned child."
Zhao Youwei didn't say anything after hearing this.
"Next household!" ordered Shangguan Xuanyi.
So, they moved on to the next house.
Only once they had left did the old man close the door again, and the sounds of carpentry started up once more within the house.