Knowing that the eldest child would watch over Xiaomi, Jiang Hu still picked up the bamboo basket and hurried after them.
Their home was quite close to the river, only about two or three hundred meters away in a straight line.
This river started from the back end of the village, winding through all of Fu'an Village, flowing toward the distance.
The Jiang family lived at the end of the village. Behind their house was a gentle slope, divided into plots of land. Most of them were planted with wheat, while some were left bare, waiting to be planted with something else the following year.
Beyond the fields, the terrain rose into rolling mountains, and there were many other villages among the mountains.
In the fall, people in the village would go up the mountain to chop firewood, cutting down dead saplings or some overly crowded branches.
They would also gather the dried leaves on the ground with a rake, bag them in burlap sacks, and take them home for kindling — very convenient.
