One could see, by the east wall of the small courtyard.
A woman dressed in a blue patched skirt is kneading clay, while a tiger-headed and tiger-brained little boy plays beside her, stepping with his feet, his hands, feet, and face all covered with mud, thoroughly enjoying himself.
On the other side, atop the inner room's roof.
A woman dressed in a faded white blouse squats on the roof, carefully removing broken tiles and planks, cleaning them, and then placing them into a bamboo basket before lowering it down.
Below, a somewhat frail little girl catches them, struggling to lift these pieces of roofing and dump them in a corner, then repeats the action above.
Chen Yuan, when he sees this scene, consciously restrains the belligerence that came with returning from the battlefield, his brows and eyes relaxing.
Then, herding his sheep, he pushes the door and enters.
The sound of him coming in immediately draws the attention of the two women.
They turn their heads.
