Beishan Village, the Yuan Family.
The main room of the house.
Mrs. Zeng sat on the kang, mending a jacket of Old Yuan's, when she suddenly pricked her finger with the needle.
The sudden sharp pain made Mrs. Zeng exclaim.
Old Yuan sat at the corner of the kang, leaning against the quilts piled by the wall. Hearing Mrs. Zeng's exclamation, he looked up and said, "What happened? Pricked your hand?"
"Yes!"
Mrs. Zeng responded, then put down the needle and jacket, looked up at Old Yuan, pursed her lips, and said, "I haven't heard Jiaojiao's voice all day, nor seen her. I feel uneasy!"
"What's there to feel uneasy about?"
Old Yuan sighed, "We've already divided the family. The fourth one and his wife have always been good to Jiaojiao. Maybe it's cold, and they've kept her inside."
"Jiaojiao is so obedient and never makes trouble. What could those two possibly do to her?"
"This morning, Shouhu came back crying from outside!"
