The master and his servant traveled through the entire village, chatting aimlessly along the way.
Nowadays, there wasn't a single idle person to be found in the village. Even those three simpletons—Lin Ergou, Lin Tie'dan, and Lin Tiesuo—had been put on a leash, so to speak, and sent off to the brick and tile workshop to stomp mud.
The death of Lin Zeyao was like the death of a chicken or a duck in a neighbor’s house; it didn't stir a single ripple in the entire Linjiang Village. The villagers, who struggled just to fill their bellies, were either busy living or busy dying. It was as natural and inevitable as the crop cycles in the fields.
Chapter 68