Back at her little courtyard, Yixiang dove into her room, took a bath, changed clothes, went upstairs to the bamboo house, and packed a big bag, wrapping it with oilcloth, and then carried it down. Her mother came out from behind the house, looking at her with some surprise, "Where are you going?"
"Mother, a sister from Taichong is sick, I'm going to check on her."
"Sister?" Her mother sensitively caught a keyword.
"Yes."
"Bringing such a big bag, is it all medicinal herbs?"
"Yes, it's hemp leaves. That sister might have a cold, need to fumigate it..." Yixiang said, "Mother, I won't be back tonight."
She fled the courtyard gate as if escaping.
Little Hu jumped up from the courtyard wall, following her. The little turtle stretched its neck long, seeming also wanting to go, but Yixiang ordered from afar, "Little Wu, stay home with mother."
The little turtle retracted its head.
Her mother shouted, "Aren't you riding a bike..."
"No, I'll cross over from Qingjiang by boat."
