"What exactly was Brother Ma Zi doing yesterday, and who was he dining with? Why does it sound like the laughter of an old woman?"
The next morning, the workers in the Manor woke up to see the chaotic state of cups and dishes. Especially noticeable were the two roosters, their blood completely drained and their meat mostly eaten. Eggshells were also scattered all over the table. They were puzzled, but when they looked towards Hu Ma's small courtyard, none dared to ask.
They didn't realize that a strange tale had spread in the villages surrounding the Manor.
It was said that an old man in Ganzi Village found his corral open at night, and the large green mule inside was missing. This was a critical matter concerning the family's livelihood, so he quickly lit a lantern to search for it.
Typically, no one dared to go out at night. However, the area had been quiet for a while with no trouble reported. Coupled with the old man's clear conscience, his courage grew.
