Gu Zhong's expression froze. He and Boss Zhang had been on watch last night, but he'd been so exhausted he'd dozed off for a while. 'Could that be when someone made off with our family's grain?'
'But wasn't Boss Zhang there too?'
Boss Zhang had a guilty conscience. He was a heavy sleeper and had no idea when he'd actually conked out.
He avoided Gu Zhong's gaze, wondering, 'This thief is a strange one. Why steal from Gu Zhong's family and no one else's?'
Boss Zhang suddenly asked, "Where's that servant girl your family bought?"
Ms. Qian frantically looked around and yelled, "Xiao Hong! Xiao Hong, you wretched girl, where the hell did you go?"
There was no sign of Xiao Hong. Ms. Qian hastily rummaged through the mule cart—even the bedroll they had given Xiao Hong was missing.
