"Dad, bring the two of us to keep watch," Hua Yunao added.
So there was no way not to go.
Knowing the nature of his two sons, Hua Chengtian glanced at them and said no more. Not wanting to waste time, he gestured to the boys and the three of them blended into the night, carrying their gear.
At this time, there were already few people in the village, but it wasn't too late, and there were still some families that hadn't gone to bed.
Hua Chengtian led his sons to stop by the fence outside Hua Xiaodan's house, which was less than a person's height.
In the village, there weren't many households with high courtyard walls like theirs, most used bamboo or wooden fences. While they weren't very secure, they did block the view and keep the livestock from running out.
The three of them hid behind a haystack not far from the gate, observing the yard through the fence.
Except for the faint moonlight, the entire yard was empty. The rooms were pitch-black, indicating everyone was asleep.
