Juhua's mother had only been asking casually. When she saw that Juhua truly wanted to go, and not out of some sense of obligation, she quickly smiled. "Go on, then. Your grandmother will be so happy to see you. Qingmu, tomorrow, go borrow the oxcart from Uncle Cheng. It's such a long way, and Juhua has never traveled far from home. I'm afraid she won't be able to walk it. Anyway, we've already asked Li the carpenter to build us a cart, so we'll have one of our own soon enough."
Zheng Changhe nodded and said, "We should borrow the cart. Juhua won't manage the walk."
Seeing her parents making such a fuss over a simple trip, Juhua felt a bit bad and said, "It's not that far to Xiatang Market, is it? I'm busy around the house all day; it's not like I don't walk at all. Let's just walk. Getting a cart seems like too much trouble."
