Early next morning, Yuan Zhou tidied up his luggage and walked out of the door. The doors were then shut with a sound of "Peng". On Yuan Zhou’s face, there were still a few red spots.
It was still early and the village was very tranquil when Yuan Zhou got up. Those who got up even earlier had already gone out while those who still stayed in bed were sleeping. Therefore, there was barely anybody showing up in the streets.
Carrying his small backpack on the shoulder, Yuan Zhou took a cloth bag which was filled with the dried golden mushroom and walked toward Mr. Ma house with a lively look.
It was, naturally, for bidding him farewell at this time of day.
Ten minutes later, Yuan Zhou arrived outside Mr. Ma’s house.
"Mr. Ma, I’m leaving now. You have to solve breakfast by yourself today." Yuan Zhou took a step forward and said normally, not speaking like he’s leaving.
