The three generations of the Song family arrived at their destination without any hitches. The courtyard was very quiet; aside from those who were at work or school, the place was left to retirees and children.
They found their way to Second Uncle Niu's mother's house without trouble. She was a forthright old lady, retired for several years, now devoting her spare time to helping out in the community.
Grandma Niu was pleased with the firewood; there was no need to chop it with an axe, as the sizes were just right. She paid one yuan and fifty cents. Old Man Song mentioned that they also had some shepherd's purse on the cart that was intended for relatives. They had just picked it that morning. Although it was a wild vegetable from the countryside, in this season, it was all about freshness.
