Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. In Xiandong Village, in the early morning, people were seen preparing for the festival. Chuntao hung the calamus and wormwood at the entrance door to their house to ward off the evil. Huo Jin was weaving a bamboo hat for him when Chuntao told him that she would do that.
"I love weaving hats, Sister Chun. It used to be my source of income," he proudly mentioned. "I think I will start weaving hats again."
Chuntao brought wild rice leaves in a tray and sat on the patio. Putting the tray aside, she first plaited the millet flour. Huo Jin was done making the bamboo hat and quickly wore it. Tying the knot on the hat under his chin, he asked Chuntao if he was looking good.
Chuntao lifted her head and nodded. "Brother has beautifully weaved the hat," she complimented. Huo Jin thanked her and went to her.