Soon, Xuexue arrived at the riverbank, fetched two buckets of water, and although it did not seem like much, it was quite heavy, mainly because the wooden buckets themselves were heavy; with water added, they became even heavier. Xuexue carried them on her shoulders, feeling as if all her strength was concentrated there. She mustered her energy and only with great difficulty did she manage to reach halfway.
Just when she thought of stopping for a rest.
Suddenly, a figure dashed out from the small woods beside her, blocking her path, "Little sister Xuexue, why is such a young lady engaging in such heavy labor?"
Xuexue carefully observed and realized it was Scholar Mo Shaoxing.
Feeling grateful to the village head who had helped the Mo family greatly the previous night, she replied warmly and pleasantly, "You know our family's situation. Chuner is seriously ill, and mom has just been divorced by dad. She cries every day. Who else is there to handle these chores if not me?"
