The old, dilapidated gate had been taken down and blocked the entrance.
The yard reeked of an unbearable stench.
It housed over twenty goats and two cows.
It barely resembled a home.
More like an animal pen.
Just then, a villager passed by, and Nie Xiaoyu hurriedly stepped forward, her eyes red and swollen, and asked, "Uncle, do you know whose livestock these are?"
Even though she had a house in the city.
Although she rarely came back more than a few times a year.
Seeing the old house in such a state filled her heart with immense anger.
After all.
This was the place where she had grown up.
It held all the memories of her childhood.
And it was where her parents and grandparents lived.
The middle-aged man sighed and said, "These animals are raised by Nie Chu."
"Xiaoyu, did you come back to pay respects at the grave?"
"Once you're done, hurry back to the city and pretend you didn't see anything," he said as he walked away with big strides.
