Accompanied by the crowing of roosters, the village nestled in Qingshan awoke.
The sounds of doors opening, fires crackling, and the clinking of pots and pans wove a symphony tinged with the thick scent of home life.
Lin Nianhe, refreshed from sleep, stepped outside, stretching lazily in the morning air scented with fresh grass.
She brushed her teeth at the doorstep, hands on her hips, surveying the backyard where construction was nearly halfway done.
Probably concerned about the lack of a wall in the backyard posing a danger, Li Dahe had people build it first, taller than the previous one, with broken glass embedded on top... still, it was unclear who exactly it was meant to keep out.
Seeing the house was now two-thirds completed, Lin Nianhe calculated that in about ten more days, Tailor Wen could start his work.
She had come back late last night, too exhausted from the road, bathed and went straight to sleep without having the chance to inquire about the sewing machine.
