Tang Jianjun and Tang Jianbing wore strange expressions as they dug the earth, while their mother and sister watched from the side.
"Mom, is it really appropriate for us to be doing this?"
As soon as Tang Jianbing spoke, Madam Tang impatiently retorted, "What? Do you want to see me and your sister do it?"
Tang Jianbing shut his mouth immediately.
As for Tang Jianjun, he knew very well that this wasn't the time for questions, it was better to just get on with the work.
It was midnight, the cold air had frozen the ground solid, and each strike of the shovel against the soil sent an uncomfortable resonance through the eardrums.
Tang Chuxia tugged at Madam Tang's arm: "Mom, what are we doing?"
"Digging up a grave!"
Could she not see it? She just didn't understand why Madam Tang wanted to dig up a grave in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, Madam Tang didn't keep it mysterious, she squatted down and began to explain.
