Xu Changqing was startled awake by the clatter of pots and pans. When she cracked open her eyes—it was light out? The sight of the sky outside the window scared her so much she scrambled up from the kang.
"You're up? Go wash your face." Uncharacteristically, Xu Qiguang, who was home for the wheat harvest, hadn't gone to work this morning. Instead, he was tidying up the outer room.
Xu Changqing hadn't slept a wink last night, drifting in and out of a dazed sleep filled with dreams. Now, seeing her father had even pulled out the cupboards to organize them, she was stunned.
"We leave in half an hour."
That's right. Xu Changqing finally remembered her agreement with her father from last night—she had to go with him to the county town to meet someone. 'All these dreams... I'm becoming forgetful.'
"What, can't bear to miss out on the work points?"
