Su Qingyue pulled Xiao Yuchuan's hand and walked a few steps, then saw a well in front of her with a vertical well frame, a windlass on top that could be rotated with a handle, and several coils of rope wrapped around the axis of the windlass, with one end tied to a water bucket.
A villager was turning the handle, pulling up a wooden bucket full of water from the well. When the bucket reached the top, he lifted and poured the water into his water bucket, then threw the wooden bucket tied to the well rope back into the well to fetch more water.
There were a few villagers behind him, waiting in line with empty water buckets.
Su Qingyue let go of the benefactor's younger brother's hand, and her gaze fell on a big willow tree not far from the well. She had thrown away the willow twig he had given her earlier.
It was his fault for carrying water with the willow branch in his mouth. Even though they were not a couple, she didn't like the "toothbrush" soaked with his saliva.
