The days flew by in a blur of travel between Yeyang and Dafeng Village. In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of the eleventh month.
The only reason Ji Huan remembered the date so clearly wasn't because of any grand festival, but because on this very day, the joyous news that Song Jing had become a scholar reached Dafeng Village.
The messenger bearing the good news first went to village chief Meng's house. When they didn't find him there, Meng Laosan dragged the messenger straight to West River Gully.
The village chief had been spending a lot of time at West River Gully recently. It was the largest of the several workshops, bustling with people and activity. You could spend half a day just chatting.
As it happened, Ji Huan was also there today. The two of them watched the workers for a while and took the opportunity to chat about the future.
