The Second Lang's wife borrowed twenty coins from Mrs. Tian Zhang, paid Mrs. Tian, and then carried Sanyang away. Like mother, like daughter, both of them were impulsive, locking the door and heading straight for Upper River Village.
As they passed a patch of wildflowers, the Second Lang's wife paused, frowning at the flower branches stretching three or four yards. "Who's so idle to spread flowers all over the ground?" she asked.
Mrs. Tian Zhang replied, "Maybe it's because the ground is slippery, and passing travelers laid them down to make walking easier. Hurry up, don't just stand there foolishly. I need to get back home to cook for your father!"
With Mrs. Tian Zhang urging her, the Second Lang's wife had no choice but to steel herself and move forward.
Mother and daughter stepped on the scattered flower petals, with the juice being squished out beneath their feet, the rich fragrance quickly attracting nearby bees.
