The journey was smooth. Nearly an hour later, as the relentless sun began to dip below the horizon, its afterglow washing over the forest, Cheng Zongyang arrived at the entrance to the village.
He took a turn and entered the woods.
He took out his back-basket and placed some oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar inside, along with a portion of malt sugar candy.
Then, carrying his Firewood Knife, he hurried through the woods toward home.
He wouldn't bring the grain for now, but he could carry some of the oil, salt, and seasonings. It wasn't a large amount, only about twenty-some pounds in total, but it would be enough to last his family for a good while.
As for the malt sugar candy, the two little ones had almost finished the last batch he bought. He was bringing some more back to restock. Otherwise, that little glutton of his would be upset.
The thought of his little sister softened Cheng Zongyang's expression. 'Who wouldn't adore such a sweet and precious little girl?'
"Hm?"
