Gu Yuanfeng quickly straightened her daughter up. "Chuncao, be a good girl. If you don't carry the quilt, we'll catch a cold tonight.
You carry it for now. When you get tired, I'll take it from you."
He Chuncao felt the weight on her shoulders; it wasn't too heavy. "Okay, Mom. But remember to take over for me later."
Gu Yuanfeng gave a perfunctory nod. But as it turned out, the bundle never left He Chuncao's shoulders for the rest of the journey.
"Tuping, what if we put your older brother on the cart and push him?" Although the old ox was gone, the oxcart was still there.
He Tuping shook his head. "Mom, it's all mountain roads ahead. The cart will be useless. We'll have to abandon it here. From now on, we have to carry everything ourselves."
"Oh, my heavens... How are we supposed to live like this?"
