After the land deed was transferred, the Huang beans were not yet ready, so Qiao Xiaomai's family stayed a while longer.
By the time the beans were ready and she had taught the chief chef of the Zuixian Building how to make tofu and bean curd, it had already gotten dark.
The family of three hurried home in their donkey cart.
The road from Anping Village to Bailu Town was wide enough for three donkey carts to travel side by side. Qiao Changshun whipped the donkey, and the cart took off towards Anping Village in the twilight.
The wind had started to blow in the evening, and was getting stronger and stronger, with dust swirling all around. Qiao Xiaomai sat in the donkey cart, hugging Qiao Dami, her good mood from becoming a small landowner in the afternoon had completely dissipated.
The temperature dropped, and the breeze went straight through the fabric to the skin, carrying dust with it.
