Widow Zhang's voice abruptly stopped, she wiped away a tear, holding her daughter with one hand and carrying rice with the other, retreating to the side.
Madam Mo, the eldest daughter-in-law of Wang Zhuangtou, whispered a few words to her. Although she stopped crying, her face still looked mournful.
Madam Mo said something else, Widow Zhang shrank her neck, fearfully glanced at the remaining crowd, tightly grabbing her daughter's hand, and hastily left.
Liu Mianmian, seemingly unintentionally, followed her gaze with a glance.
There were quite a few men and women in the courtyard, all mingling together, making it unclear whom she was actually looking at.
Soon, Liu Zhi called out Wang Mazi's name.
The people on the village had no culture, names were taken casually, the reason Wang Mazi was named Wang Mazi was because he had survived a bout of chickenpox as a child, leaving many pits and bumps on his face.
As it happens, Liu Mianmian's booklet contains detailed records of this.
