Qin Xue was glad she came to the right place and didn't waste her walk.
"Aunt Li, I want to ask Uncle Li to make me a small cart. I don't know if Uncle Li is at home?" Qin Xue took the drawing from her bag and showed it to Aunt Li, explaining her purpose.
"He's here, come on in." Aunt Li looked at the drawing Qin Xue made and had never seen such a beautiful cart.
Qin Xue followed Aunt Li into the yard. One of the best things about rural homes was having a courtyard for planting vegetables and raising chickens and ducks.
"Honey, someone is looking for you." Aunt Li called from the courtyard into the house.
In no time, a middle-aged man with a bowl of rice appeared at the door.
Li Xiang was also a little surprised to see Qin Xue, as he thought at first she was from the village.
He didn't even put the bowl down before coming out, as it was common among the villagers who were all acquaintances.
But seeing that Qin Xue was not from the village, he thought it was a bit rude.
