Yuan Chun carried a basket full of goat grass on her back, with another large bundle tied with a rope in her hand.
This bundle of goat grass weighed as much as two full baskets. This morning alone, Yuan Chun earned six work points, making the scorer envious, "Sister Yuan Chun, you're amazing! You've picked so much pig grass in just one morning, and it's so fresh and good. Where did you gather it?"
Yuan Chun sighed and forced a bitter smile, "Such good pig grass, where else can it be found but in the deep mountains? Now I'm working alone, with five mouths to feed. If I don't risk my life, my children will starve to death."
