After the servant figured it out, he immediately went into the house to pack up his things, which contained not only clothes and bedding but also more than one or two taels of silver that she had secretly saved. All this silver was from rewards given to her for running errands for the master, and she secretly kept it. There was also more than two taels of silver she had just taken from the master, nearly four taels of silver in total, which was enough for her to pay for her escape. The thief stole everywhere, but he didn't steal her house. I guess he felt sorry for her because she was having so much trouble.
Zhao Xiaoyu: I didn’t. It was because some of the rooms looked shabby and there must be no treasures in them, so she didn’t take them.
Time is tight, the task is heavy, and the space is limited to accommodate too much garbage.
While the Zhao father and son were asleep, the servant ran away with his bag.
Zhao Dawen woke up because he was hungry. He opened his eyes, a little confused. Where was he? It’s been a long time since I last felt hungry. It feels so fucking uncomfortable.
I covered my forehead with my hands, my head was splitting with pain.
Looking at the bare bed board, then turning around to look at his two sons sleeping on the floor, Zhao Dawen's eyes were bloodshot. Damn it, his house was robbed!
"Jiawen, Jiadong, wake up, have you caught the thief? Have you reported it to the police?"
The two were really exhausted yesterday. They had never walked so much in their lives and they are still sleepy now.
When I was woken up by my dad, I was unhappy at first, and then confused. Dad, what did you say?
Finally, with their eyes wide open, they remembered that their house had been robbed and the whole place was robbed.
"Dad, go report to the police! Our house has been robbed. Everything is gone!"
Zhao Dawen looked at the two losers, gritted his teeth and stood up. When I stood up, my whole body ached, especially my legs, which felt like they were not my own.
Then, the father and his two sons all had rumbling stomachs. The three of them looked at each other and held their stomachs. They had not eaten anything since they had a little steamed bread yesterday and had been walking all afternoon.
Lord Zhao propped himself up and stood up, not caring about his rumbling stomach. He had to report to the police immediately and find the valuables in his home immediately.
"Where's Mrs. Wei? Ask her to fetch some water. I'll go to the yamen after I wash up." He was also very thirsty, so he decided to drink some water first.
Now he is in such a miserable state that he cannot go before the officials in this state, as it would be disgraceful.
The two sons did not move, and each expected the other to move. They were really hungry and tired, and after sleeping on the floor all night, their whole bodies ached. I haven't recovered yet and don't want to move.
No, I can’t move. How can I move when it’s almost falling apart?
"Hurry up and go!" Zhao Dawen roared. The situation was critical and he still didn't know what to do.
The two sons were so frightened that they stood up at the same time to look for Wei.
No one was found anywhere in the yard or the house.
"Dad, I can't find him. Did he go out to buy groceries?"
It is possible.
Zhao Dawen could only hold on and fetch water by himself. After fetching half a bucket of water and drinking it till the father and his two sons were full, he went to fill the water tank and then washed up carefully.
I didn’t have any clothes to change into. They were actually quite dirty from yesterday, covered in dust and mud. The bronze mirror and wooden comb were gone, so he could only use his fingers to comb his hair.
"You stay at home. I'll report to the police. Wait for Mrs. Wei to come and ask her to cook first."
"Got it, Dad. We will protect the family."
They shouldn't have gone to grandpa's house to celebrate the holiday. Not only did they not know what to eat, but they also gave thieves the opportunity to steal from them.
Zhao Dawen was a scholar, so when he saw the official, he not only knelt down but also beat the drum to complain.
"Greetings to you, sir!"
The county magistrate was acquainted with Zhao Dawen, the youngest scholar, and then, after many years, he made another step forward. In his opinion, this man would stop here.
"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?"
Why are his clothes so dirty?
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