"Liu Ji, come in!"
Qin Yao suddenly shouted from her room.
At this moment, breakfast had just ended, and Liu Ji was cleaning the stove, putting away the pots and bowls washed by Da Lang and Si Niang into the cabinet.
"Madam, is something the matter?" Liu Ji didn't move, standing in the kitchen and asking cautiously, with every strand of hair brimming with alertness.
Qin Yao hummed in response and urged again, "Hurry up and come in!"
Then she said to the Da Lang siblings, "There are lots of dry branches that have fallen down the hillside, go and collect some firewood, be careful, just collect from the foot of the hill, don't go too far."
Da Lang acknowledged with an "oh", and called to Second Lang and Sanlang, who were reluctant to leave and were reciting books in the main house, picked up the little wooden frame Qin Yao made, one for himself and Second Lang, and gave each of Sanlang and Si Niang a small wicker basket.
