After two more weeks of rest, Lu Hong finally regained his strength and could get out of bed and move freely, helping Wang Wang with some of the heavy work in caring for the purple berries.
Under their meticulous care, the purple berries grew very well and yielded a bountiful harvest.
The harvest also signaled that the time for families from the outside to come here for bartering was nearing.
The next day, under Wang Wang's direction, Lu Hong loaded up boxes of collected purple berries onto the rickety small wooden cart.
Originally, the small wooden cart was pushed from the wild into the town by Wang Wang, a twelve-year-old girl, alone. But today was different; with Lu Hong's help, Wang Wang finally felt the care of having a relative at home.
Guided by Wang Wang, after half a day's journey, they reached a remote small town nearby, Baicheng.
Like Lu Hong, countless farmers growing purple berries brought their crops and queued to enter the town.
