In the side hall of the front courtyard, Zhao Dafu was still interrogating the man whose mind wasn't very clear, but the man knew nothing when questioned and would burst into tears like a child when pushed too far, clamoring and crying to go home, to find his mother.
Zhao Dafu was at a loss and worried his incompetence would displease the Family Head and get him removed from his position. That wouldn't be the end of it, though; it would be a disaster if his whole family got sold into servitude. Thinking of this possibility, he felt an endless irritation towards the fool before him.
Next to him, Zhao Laoda was also concerned. Seeing his father had no solution, he couldn't help but speak up about what he knew, "Father, a few days ago I heard that a woman from Chen Family Village brought her simpleton son to seek refuge with her family. It seems this idiot must be him."