The descendants of the Chen Family remained silent, harboring inner dissatisfaction. Being exiled was already unlucky enough, yet the old man constantly assigned them so many tasks.
Clearly, the family was not short on silver, yet they were still scrimping in every way. Just look at the life others are leading in comparison to theirs—there's simply no comparison.
"So you deliberately fail to report things," Chen Dafu felt his hands itch, having not disciplined these rascals for some time, their skin seemed to be itching too.
"It's not like that, their speed was too fast, and it was a carriage from the county that came to pick them up," Mrs. Chen explained in support, "They only have two legs, how could they outrun a horse, so I didn't let them follow."
"Foolish," Chen Dafu cursed, "What kind of carriage was it?"
