Outside the city, at the foot of Yuhu Mountain, Zhao Sheng excitedly headed home with a bag half-filled with rice slung over his shoulder and a cloth bag in his hand.
By the time he returned home from Shengjing City, the sky was almost dark. Mrs. Zhao stood by the door. She greeted him when she saw him return and took the bag of rice. "How did you get so much rice for your timber?" she exclaimed.
Zhao Sheng laughed and handed her the cloth bag in his hands. "There's this as well."
Mrs. Zhao opened the cloth bag and saw that it was filled with nourishing medicinal herbs and a slab of cooked meat. She was even more surprised. "Where did you get the money for this?"
