Jiang Xia held the half-used pencil that Wang Ping from the small town hotel had given them, along with a few notebooks with some bent corners, and slumped over the table in worry.
In the notebook, there was already a rough outline of the mountain map. What remained was marking the spots where wild vegetables were found and guiding Xiao Li to discover new vegetable patches.
Jiang Xia poked her own head with the pencil's eraser, trying to figure out which plot of land was more suitable for a vegetable field. This was a habit she had developed when she was studying. Whenever she encountered a problem that she could not solve, she would poke her forehead with the pen as if she could figure it out with just a poke.
Jiang Gu was also lying beside the table. Her two small hands were holding the edge of the table. Her round little face was placed on her little fingers. Her wide, shiny black eyes were wide open as she looked at her sister curiously.
