The Lucky Farmgirl

Zhou Erlang had no idea and after a moment of thought, said, "She couldn’t have found money, could she?" Ms. Feng gave him a sideways glance and slapped Second Son’s buttocks, saying, "That’s enough, go sleep with your sister. Don’t make too much noise tonight; you need to get up early tomorrow for the fields."

Although the courtyard was interconnected, because of the house in between, the family still subconsciously divided the courtyard into two parts.

Since the kitchen, storage room, and chicken coop were all on this side, the main area of activity for the adults was also on this side. Zhou Erlang would occasionally take the split bamboo to the next courtyard to dry.

But for people like Ms. Feng, they might not go there even once in ten days.

The children from Zhou Silang’s generation and younger preferred to play in that area and, as long as there wasn’t a family meeting, they would retreat to that side as dusk approached, whether to enjoy the cool air, catch fireflies, or simply drag a stool into the courtyard to chat and boast, feeling more relaxed there.

So when Ms. Feng let him, Second Son took off like a calf that had been penned up for ten days, hooves flying as he bounded to the next courtyard.

Erya hurriedly followed after him.

Just as the two of them were about to run over, the Zhou Family’s main gate was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and in the quiet darkness of night, the sound startled the children.

But Junior Ms. Qian, who rushed in, paid no attention to the two children and almost collided with them.

Zhou Erlang couldn’t help standing up and asked, "Sister-in-law, what happened?"