Another two days passed.
The light remained bright, no longer resembling the drizzle of a few days ago. However, the ground was damp and the early spring cold formed a thin layer of ice.
To avoid slipping, Wei Shouzhong cleared it first thing in the morning with an iron hoe, and only then did he start working on making the rocking chair.
The wood had been chosen early, and he had hauled it back himself, working non-stop all morning.
Yu Tingwan held a bowl, eating while watching.
The girl slept especially well last night.
With a good night's sleep, her spirits were high.
"Dad."
Yu Tingwan walked up quickly.
"Could you make me another box when you have time?"
Earlier, Wei Zhao had emptied the private vaults of greedy officials and occasionally threw jewelry at her. Now, every so often, he tossed her a piece of iron ore, and they could hardly fit anymore.
Wei Shouzhong had no reason to refuse, nor did he ask what she needed the box for, just agreed with a smile.
