As they passed by the entrance of the village, they also asked the passersby and found out with ease where Ellen Young now lived.
Upon arriving at the hill behind the village, they immediately caught sight of Ellen Young's home perched on the hillside.
From the outside, one could see the vibrant birds and flowers in the courtyard; the sound of flowing water was exceptionally refreshing, and a little black dog wagged its tail at the gate. Upon seeing them approach, it stood up with a wary look.
Daniel Wood's eyebrows furrowed even deeper upon witnessing such a scene, "It doesn't even compare to those houses up front."
The reason was that Ellen's house had a tile-roofed roof, which wasn't as good as the flat-roofed buildings of the other villagers.
Daisy Wood was somewhat entranced by the farmhouse courtyard and whispered softly, "Not at all, Dad. I think it looks quite nice."
"What do you know?"
Daniel glanced at her, "No matter how nice it looks, it's still the countryside."