"I still need to dig for bamboo shoots, it's hot…" Lin Yue began to argue, but the moment she sensed the anger in Zhao Erhu's words, she immediately behaved and let Zhao Erhu put the jacket on her. However, her gaze remained fixed on the bamboo shoots, and even though Zhao Erhu scolded her harshly, she couldn't hide the smile on her face, which left Zhao Erhu utterly helpless.
When they returned home in the evening, the harvest was abundant, including a basket full of bamboo shoots and a wild rabbit. Lin Yue, holding the rabbit excitedly, walked in front, but upon entering the house, she realized something was off. The children were pitifully squatting in the kitchen with red-rimmed eyes and their clothes and hair in disarray, looking very miserable. Dalang even had a bright red slap mark on his face, and half of his face was swollen. Lin Yue felt a tightness in her heart— who could be so cruel as to hit a child like that?