The morning sun was exceptionally bright.
The morning air was particularly fresh.
However, this morning was a bit different from the usual. The sun was still as bright, but the air was not as fresh. Early in the morning, a faint, unpleasant odor lingered in the air.
No doubt, it was the smell of a latrine.
Fortunately, it was a cold winter. If it were summer, it would definitely be unbearable.
Whether others thought so or not, Zhuang Zhixi and his wife Ming Mei certainly did. It was early morning, and there were still people in the courtyard. The fights from last night—first, second, and third rounds—had lasted quite a while, and there were still follow-up performances.
In short, the matter hadn't been resolved yet.
Although it wasn't resolved, a few things were clear. First, the issue with the little thief. After last night's interrogation, it was now certain that Jinlai was not the habitual thief who had been roaming around recently.
