Entering the mountains isn't as simple as just saying it.
To do a good job, one must first sharpen their tools.
Early the next morning, Qin Yao didn't go to the fields but went to the mountains first to dig up enough yams to last four days.
She had dug from that yam patch so many times that there weren't many left.
Then she hid the yams and hoe in the bushes at the foot of the mountain, picked up a sickle, and went to the place where villagers usually gather firewood, chopped a full load of firewood, plus the stockpile from the previous days, which was enough for half a month's use.
The sun was already high in the sky by the time Qin Yao got home, but she didn't rest. A few yams filled her belly, she took all the money at home, forty copper coins, and hurried to the neighboring village.
The village wasn't far from Liu Family Village, following the river downstream for an hour to get there.
Qin Yao walked fast and reached there in just over half an hour.
