On the nineteenth day of the second month of the year Zhao Qian, for the people of Kushui Village, Mingnan Town, Kuhe County, it was a day that could be recorded in history.
For the country of Great Yong, it was also a day that would go down in history.
It was almost noon that day when a man and a woman, a son, and a daughter too, slowly walked into the village. The man was very tall and carried a very large burden on his back. A child so beautiful that looked like he was carved out of jade was strapped on the man's chest with a small basket tied to his tiny back.
The woman looked gentle and sweet. Her eyes and brows were firm and calm.
The basket on her back looked very light.
The girl next to her was also carrying a small basket on her back.
Han Qiao exhaled softly, "Kushui Village is just ahead."
Heng Yi nodded.
Despite being strapped to his chest, Ah-Yao danced excitedly, "We're here! We're here!"