Liang Xiaoju was a diligent, good child. After idling for two days in her great-uncle's large courtyard, on the third day she was already asking Xiao Man to take her out to work.
They were both young girls on the cusp of adolescence. The production team's rice was ripe, but the order to start the harvest hadn't been given yet, so the team had no use for part-time labor. This meant there were no work points to be earned. Their family also hadn't bought any chicks, ducklings, or piglets yet, so there was no need to forage for wild greens. Since they couldn't stand being idle, the only thing left to do was go up the mountain to chop firewood.
But Grandma, worried about accidents, stopped them from going up the mountain. She said that Secretary Mo had brought four or five bundles of firewood with his ox cart for the housewarming banquet, and there was still some left—enough to last for a while. Besides, Grandpa would be bringing more firewood back on his own tomorrow.
