"Xiaoyu, you take this big sister and go first. I'm almost home. I'll go home and put the bucket away first."
Hai Dalang finished his words in a hurry, rushed behind the wall of a house, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ye Xin kept watching Hai Dalang out of the corner of her eye and saw him walk around the courtyard, run out of the path, throw down the bucket and run in the other direction.
She seemed to know where they were going, and without saying anything, she continued to follow Hai Xiaoyu through twists and turns until they arrived outside a red stone wall.
From Ye Xin's perspective, the courtyard wasn't very large, consisting of only three tiled houses. The courtyard was divided into several sections, each housing a few laying hens.
There are three tiled houses, two large and one small. The house in the middle is obviously the place for dining and entertaining guests. The house on the left has a closed door and Ye Xin didn't see what it is, but if he guessed correctly, it should be their bedroom.
The door of the slightly smaller tiled house on the right was open, and people were walking back and forth inside. Firewood was placed everywhere next to the stove, and it was obvious that it was a kitchen.
The conditions of this house are not very good, but compared with other people's homes, it is still acceptable.
It was already dusk. Smoke curled up from above the kitchen, and the aroma of fish wafted from the stove, making Ye Xin's stomach growl.
"Big sister, this is the village chief's house." Hai Xiaoyu stepped forward and patted the closed door. "Grandpa Village Chief, I'm Xiaoyu."
After waiting for a while, Ye Xin heard a flurry of footsteps inside, followed by the sound of the wooden bolt being removed from the door.
"Squeak~"
The door opened and an old man in his fifties walked out.
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