"Yes, Mother, I will go and chop some firewood and come back,"
"Go on, be careful," Widow Chen always felt something was off with Axiang. It was not until Axiang had left the house that she muttered, "Going to chop wood yet combing her hair like that."
Oh, right, what about the hairpin on Axiang's head?
She remembered Axiang did not have that hairpin before. Could it be that a young man from the village had given it to her? Widow Chen hurried out the door to ask for clarity, but Axiang was nowhere to be seen outside and had run off to who knows where.
She thought, "Well, it's all the same to ask the girl when she comes back."
Thus, Axiang ran all the way to the foot of the mountain, where Zhao Datu was already waiting.
Zhao Datu was dressed neatly today. He usually slouched around the village, but today he was also in coarse clothing, except he had a dark blue belt tied at his waist, which gave him a fairly sturdy and upright appearance.
