After mourning Emperor Shizong in her heart, Mu Yangling rolled up two large pancakes and ate them before heading to West Village.
Liu Ting and Liu Yuan were weeding their wheat fields at home. When they heard that Mu Yangling wanted to build a straw hut, they called a few clansmen from the village and brought the tools over.
Mu Shi was already waiting for them at the foot of the mountain. "Let's cut down the trees first and build the foundation later."
Liu Ting wandered around and asked, "How big does the straw hut need to be?"
"Let's build one with two rooms. This way, it'll be more spacious and convenient for people to move around inside. We can also put some things inside," Mu Shi said after some thought.
"That's not difficult. With so many of us, we'll be done in three to four days. Come, let's get to work." Liu Ting clapped his hands and gestured for everyone to start.