If you want to go, then don't go deep into the mountains," Song Tingfan nodded, "Alright."
Lin Qiao stood up, changed her dirty cloth shoes, took a small basket, and the two of them left the courtyard one after the other. Song Tingfan glanced sideways at his sister-in-law who was slightly lagging behind, adjusted his pace to walk alongside her.
Lin Qiao didn't notice this subtle action. She was waving to a woman not far away, "Auntie, going to the fields?"
"Yes, to dig up the fields. Are you and Tingfan going up the mountain?" The woman replied with a smile.
"Yes, we're going into the mountains to find something."
"You two are quite diligent. Be careful up the mountain."
"Okay."
After exchanging a few words, they went their separate ways.
There weren't many people going up the mountain today; perhaps they were busy in the fields.
The mountain land, wet from the heavy snow, had dried up under the sunlight. The fallen leaves on the ground crunched softly underfoot.
