"Alright, let's go!" After giving instructions to the men in her house, she carried a load of pre-weighed mushrooms out the door.
The winding mountain path was surrounded by Dashan, and Su Qingyue had Auntie Hua's company.
When she had walked half the way with the carrying pole, Auntie Hua took over the task of carrying it.
The houses in Wang Family Village were similar to those in Wushan Village. Wang Xiaoliu's family held a particularly joyous wedding banquet, and guests arrived early in the morning. When they arrived, a few old women were helping to cook breakfast.
Their timing was just right, not affecting the host family's use of the mushrooms in their meal.
As previously agreed, Su Qingyue's load of mushrooms was sold at three cents per two jin, and after weighing, she received 150 cents. She gave Auntie Hua five cents as a hardship fee for carrying the load.
Auntie Hua didn't want to accept it but Su Qingyue insisted, so she finally took it.
