"Alright then."
Lu Qiubo had no objections and nodded directly.
As long as it wasn't wasteful, it was fine by her.
"Granny, Third Aunt, while it's still light out, I'm going to pick some chestnuts from the mountain. The New Year's almost here; it's nice to have a stash of chestnuts to fry and eat," she said, glancing at the sky and addressing the two.
"You're heading up the mountain at this hour?"
Lu Qiubo too lifted her gaze to check the time of day.
However, she didn't say much, having grown accustomed to doing whatever her granddaughter suggested.
"Then off you go, but come back soon. Don't venture too deep into the mountain; just pick around the edges. It's dangerous inside."
...
As dusk just began to fall, Lin Caisang returned from the mountain with a bamboo basket full of spiky chestnuts. When she passed through the village, there were hardly any people on the road.
It was cold; everyone had gone home for dinner and nobody was out for a stroll.