C41 His Own Voice Is Quiet

It was time for dinner. All the women and men in the field were carrying tools like hoes back to their homes. Some of them were far away, but they had to pass by this way as well.

"The child's father, listen, is it the village chief's voice?"

A few of his peers had also heard this and felt curious.

"Eh? And lass Yun's voice. "

A few of them walked in quietly