With these wild chicken eggs, Mother treated us to several feasts, and even now, I can still recall the enticing aroma of those eggs...
In autumn, we carried baskets to the fields that had been harvested by others, picking up the corn, sweet potatoes, grain ears, and soybeans they had missed, bringing them home to eat when there was no food. In winter, my older sisters and I carried wicker baskets to collect firewood and cut dry grass, keeping them for cooking or warmth...
Although many years have passed, those childhood memories have never faded with the passage of time, but instead often vividly appear in my mind, giving me the urge to go back and take a look.
These years, I've been in the Capital, both busy practicing martial arts and studying, so this desire has always been buried deep in my heart. Now I can finally act freely. On the day I left the Capital, I rode north, heading towards Bianzhou Prefecture.
