Nineteen years old, just the age for marriage. Although Sang was tall and her figure was already taking shape, her face still had a childlike charm.
She easily carried a basket full of mulberry leaves on her back, with a bright smile on her face, happily chatting with her girlfriends: "Last night, when I went to check the silkworm room, my dad said that our silkworms had finished molting for the fourth time and were about to cocoon. My dad plans to start setting up the silkworm mountains today. In a few days, when the silkworms stop eating, we'll put the silkworm mountains in, and the silkworms will start to cocoon."
"Wow~ so fast?" The young girl next to her looked envious, "My family's silkworms haven't finished molting yet~ Looks like your family's silkworms will be the first to cocoon again this year."
