Jinghan followed her father and Uncle Lin to the county town, thankful that there was a carriage heading back in the afternoon. In those times, there were carriages specifically for transporting passengers, waiting in the county town at set times each day. Sometimes, many people would need to travel to this town, and by the afternoon, some would need to head back, thus making a round trip could earn some money.
Sitting on the carriage, which was just a flatbed horse cart, Jinghan was surrounded by quite a few people. Zhixin, afraid that Jinghan would fall, held her tightly, "Jinghan, you must be careful. There are many people today; don't get squeezed off the carriage."
Curled up in her father's arms, Jinghan felt exceptionally secure. Despite the chilly weather at the end of February, she didn't feel cold at all in her father's embrace. Her big eyes looked around; at this time, the mountains were bare, with nothing on them.
