Ah Jiu's breakfast was eaten in the firewood shed; he looked at his simple meal—a large bowl of thin porridge, two big pancakes, and a small dish of vegetables—and couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking he never expected such a day to come.
Wufu and Madam Zhou were having breakfast in their own house, discussing a trip to town, which made Madam Zhou's eyes widen.
"Going to town? By yourself?"
Wufu nodded, "I need to deliver a letter for someone, so I have to go."
But Madam Zhou felt uneasy; her little girl going to town? How would that be?
"Mother, I'm not a little girl anymore. How many kids in our village also take firewood to sell in town at a much younger age? I'm already fourteen; why can't I go?" Wufu saw the worry in Madam Zhou's eyes and quickly smiled to reassure her.
Seeing this, Madam Zhou could only let her go, saying, "Then be careful." She felt a bit displeased with that young man, who was quite troublesome!
"Ah, right!"