Chen House was the closest house to the back mountain and was the first family in town to move.
Chen Tingjian, the Cabinet Elder, took several guards with the village chief to guide people, and let his three sons be responsible for the safety of their family.
Chen Jingzong still did not wear a raincoat, only a large and wide hat.
Hua Yang was lying on his back, while her face hidden under her raincoat hat. The surroundings were in chaos, and she was most at ease because Chen Jingzong was carrying her.
Sun shi was supported by two maids and walked at the front. Her sons wanted to take care of their mother, but she drove them away.
Hua Yang had a distinguished status, so it was logical that she and Chen Jingzong should follow Sun shi closely, but Hua Yang took the initiative and rejected her mother-in-law’s proposal, saying in Chen Jingzong’s ear: “Let’s go last.”
Chen Jingzong: “Why?”
He wanted to get her into the shed as quickly as possible and then go down the mountain to help other people.
The sound of rain was the best shield, so that only he could hear Hua Yang’s explanation: “If you carry me on your back like this, my posture must be inelegant. I don’t want your brothers to see it.”
Chen Jingzong subconsciously moved up his hands that held the crook of her legs.
Although it was not the time to be so particular, but thinking of his cousin Chen Jizong’s restless eyes, Chen Jingzong immediately carried Hua Yang to the end of the queue. In front of him were Chen Tingshi, his wife and Chen Jizong’s family from the East House.
“Fourth Brother, why did you come back?”
The rain was so heavy, Chen Tingshi wiped his face and tried to open his eyes to see his nephew clearly behind him.
Chen Jingzong: “Nothing. Let’s go.”
Chen Tingshi couldn’t persuade him, so he had to help his wife Qi shi to move forward.
Chen Jingzong was responsible for walking, while Hua Yang concentrated on observing the East House’s family, especially the Qi shi.
For this evacuation, in addition to Siyi Hall, all the courtyards of the Chen family packed up two to three bamboo trunks each, and the servants carried them up the mountain first.
Qi shi was the mistress of the East House, and she actually had a small bundle covered with oilcloth on her shoulder. As Qi shi walked with difficulty on the dirt road, the small bundle swayed and the things inside moved around, and soon showed a hard edge of an object. In other words, Qi shi’s bundle contained not only clothes, but also a rectangular object.
Hua Yang guessed that it was the account book that Qi shi had kept privately.
Some people would hide important things in a secret place, while others have to keep them by their side at all times to feel at ease.
Both methods of hiding were reasonable, it just depended on the character of the owner of the secret.
Knowing the location of the account book, Hua Yang also had a plan.
“It’s better to walk faster, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.” Hua Yang patted Chen Jingzong on the shoulder again.
Chen Jingzong turned his head, his handsome face already wet from the rain: “Aren’t you afraid of being seen?”
Hua Yang glanced around and said: “I have observed it. Everyone is afraid of falling and concentrate on walking. No one will look around.”
Afraid that he would argue, Hua Yang shook her head impatiently: “Hurry up, I’m going to pick a good place in the shed.”
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Reborn After Widowhood
Historical FictionBefore becoming a widow, Hua Yang disliked almost everything about her husband. She disliked his sullen face every day, disliked him for lying on the bed full of sweat, and even disliked his lack of restraint at certain moments. But when he really d...
