Xuanyuan Que saw that Ruo Xuan's little hands were not injured, only dirty, and glanced again at her back. Fortunately, there were plenty of dry leaves, and her pants were not too dirty, only a little bit at the cuffs.
He took out a handkerchief and carefully cleaned her small hands, dusted off the fallen leaves on her body, and after making her as spotless as a flower, he finally said, "Let's go, your mother should be taking the villagers up the mountain by now."
The clean Ruo Xuan's mood improved, and she habitually grabbed Xuanyuan Que's hand and hopped forward happily.
Xuanyuan Que, afraid that she would fall and cause himself more trouble, tightened his grip on her small hand and let her hop along the way.
When the two reached the outskirts of the mountain, Madam Liu was leading a dozen villagers up the mountain.
Madam Liu usually hired people who were on good terms with her family to do work.
Upon seeing Ruo Xuan and Xuanyuan Que, everyone greeted them in succession.
