Zhang Xiaohua was even more baffled, unable to understand why his mother was acting this way.
Moreover, he too had a very strange feeling in his heart. He simply could not say what was strange about it.
Guo Sufi held her younger son in one arm and tightly grasped her second son's hand with the other, as though afraid the two of them might suddenly vanish, and headed into the village.
It was dinnertime in the countryside, and there was no one at the village entrance. Only after they entered did people gradually begin to appear. Yet dusk had already deepened. If not for Zhang Xiaohu leading two tall, magnificent horses, a sight so eye-catching, perhaps no one would have noticed the return of the two villagers at all.
Guo Village was a somewhat remote and closed-off little village. Though a main road ran not far from its entrance, the villagers were simply too poor, and tall horses were a rare sight. On ordinary days, even a donkey cart was considered a luxury for travel. Even when Zhang Xiaolong had married, he had only used a horse that was not particularly strong. Yet that horse had somehow managed to pull four people home that day; thinking back on it now, that had truly been no easy feat.
Now Zhang Xiaohu was leading two large horses with one hand. The villagers plowed and tilled their fields alongside livestock every day, so naturally they could tell how exceptional the two horses were. At once, quite a few people gathered around to watch. From time to time, children from the village also ran over to play, darting about in front of and behind the horses. Fortunately, these chestnut horses had been trained by the Misty Sect. The groom had buttered someone up and