At dusk, a light rain fell again, making the weather even colder. There were hardly any people walking in the village when suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats approached from the west, heading straight to the eastern side of the village.
Meng Yuhuai, soaked by the raindrops and with his hair drenched, rushed to the gate of the Meng Family backyard. He led his horse to the stable behind the house and tied it beside the old black horse, then strode into the threshold.
The front yard was silent, with both Meng Laoniang and Hua Xiaomai absent, and intermittent bursts of rich chicken soup aroma wafting from the kitchen.
"Finally back, huh? You've been gone for over twenty days this time, did everything go smoothly?"
Qin Dasa came from under the porch to greet him, handing him a long towel to wipe the raindrops from his outer robe.
