Er Laizi sprinted home, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw his mother sweeping the yard with a broom.
"Mom, why are you still sweeping? Hurry up and run!"
His sudden shout startled Mrs. Lai Sr., who scolded, "You little runt, what are you doing with all the jumping around? Are you trying to scare me to death?"
"Mom, enough with the useless talk, grab the valuables and run! The rebels are coming!"
Er Laizi said this while rushing into his room.
In a hurry and panic, he didn't know what exactly he should pack. He only knew that since the villagers were all carrying bundles and blankets, he tore the ragged sheet off his bed, rolled up the quilt and clothes, and tied them up.
Mrs. Lai Sr. hadn't reacted yet and followed him into the room, only to see him frantically packing: "Er, what do you mean by that? The rebels, they are coming?"
