Qingmu and Huai Zi hurried around to quite a few houses that evening. In the end, the two of them ran into each other at the tail end of the old village. The pale moonlight cast a hazy, indistinct scene over the peach and willow grove, but it was much better than pitch darkness.
The two brothers-in-law looked at each other and smiled. They couldn't make out each other's faces clearly, only the flash of white teeth gleaming under the moon. "All settled?" Qingmu asked as he started walking along the village path.
Huai Zi, walking beside him, said, "All settled. Did you go to the village chief's house?"
Qingmu snorted. "Didn't go. I don't want to ask him for anything. And here I thought he was a man of insight. Turns out he's just as muddle-headed as the rest."
