The family busily brought home various things, including magnolia berries, walnuts, pine cones, and hazelnuts—every day, they would gather a good amount to bring back. Jinghan found joy in this daily routine; despite the tiring climb up the mountain, the very act of bringing things home filled her with happiness.
Time flew, and September arrived before they knew it. On the third day of September, as everyone was having lunch at home, the patriarch said to Zhixin, "Zhixin, has the village decided when to harvest the ginseng seeds? It's about time to do so."
"Yes, we've set the sixth to harvest the seeds, and then we'll plant ginseng on the ninth," Zhixin answered.
"All right, we have enough time. Once we bring back the ginseng seeds, we'll still need to sort them," said the patriarch, who, after finishing his meal, placed his bowl on the table and sat back.
