In the early morning in the mountains, the thin mist had not yet dissipated, with faint white fog lingering around the mid-hillside. The crystal-clear dewdrops hung on the branches, and the birds chirped crisply, the air fresh and delightful without a hint of pollution.
If it were not for the need to make a living, she would have liked to appreciate the beauty of the mountain forest better.
On the way, she encountered two people who had also gotten up early to work in the fields.
They both gave her a slight nod and passed her by.
At the mid-hillside, she met Qian Zhang's wife, who had also risen early. Seeing Su Qingyue carrying two empty baskets, she asked suspiciously, "Wife of the Xiao Family, where are you going?"
"I'm going up the mountain to find something to eat."
Qian Zhang's wife was quite shrewd and quickly inquired, "You're carrying two empty baskets, have you found something good?"
