Jiang Changhai deftly loaded the grains onto the cart, creating a clean and tidy little space for his daughter, then cracked the whip and sped down the deserted road.
From time to time, a sharp whistle could be heard, "Giddy up—"
Upon arrival at the school, Jiang Changhai greeted Old Man Zheng and casually requested a bottle of iced tea for his daughter, which Old Man Zheng had brewed.
Old Man Zheng wasn't upset at all and was very kind to Jiang Mianmian.
After all, who wouldn't cherish a cute and well-behaved little girl?
As Jiang Changhai watched his daughter's tiny figure, his heart warmed, feeling that the hardships of the past two days were all worth it.
Without further delay, he hitched Old Niu and headed to the town.
By the time they reached the town, it was already six or seven o'clock.
There were hardly a few people on the main street, but the alleyways were crowded, with everyone clutching baskets or bags and looking cautious, as if ready to run at any moment.
