The large gate was propped under the eaves of the house. The box was also moved onto the kang inside the house, and Su Yuanyuan picked a lot of vegetables for him to take back. The road was too difficult to travel, so he didn't stay to rest.
The pigs at home were already squealing from hunger.
Su Yuanyuan didn't have time to wallow in sadness. She immediately boiled water to feed the pigs.
By the time she finished, it was already past four o'clock. She didn't feel like working today. She had once thought of giving the old man some Spiritual Spring Water, but in the end, she didn't.
She wasn't that much of a Holy Mother; if this secret leaked out, she would be doomed. She wouldn't even have to seek her own death; she wouldn't live much longer.
The oppressive mood lingered until the evening when she finally felt a little better.
Life had to go on as it should.
As September rolled in, Su Yuanyuan made two trips a day to the fields to check.
