"Something terrible has happened, Third Brother, something terrible! Your girl Shuang is going to kill someone!"
On the ridge, Zhao Gouzi, who had just taken a bundle of grass from the house, hurriedly shouted at Mu Dashan, who had just started working in the field.
Mu Dashan, who was cutting rice, almost sliced his own wrist. He didn't have time to fear and quickly threw down his sickle, running hastily to Zhao Gouzi.
"What are you saying? What's wrong with Shuang?"
The man was flustered, his face and forehead unknowingly covered in beads of sweat.
"That girl Shuang from your family took a cleaver to her auntie Mrs. Jin. I saw blood."
Mu Dashan hadn't fully recovered from his illness, and as he worked in the fields that afternoon, he felt an irregular thumping in his chest. Hearing Zhao Gouzi's words now, his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest.
"That's impossible. Our Shuang is so timid, she wouldn't do such a thing."
