The back basket Zhao Nuanyang carried was custom-made. Zhao Nuanyue had commissioned it from a village weaver, providing a piece of cloth for its construction. It featured a built-in, stool-like seat so Little Red Carp could sit right inside.
Right then, Little Red Carp was sitting inside the basket, with only her little head, tied in a high ponytail, bobbing along. Her big eyes darted about, taking in the scenery of the back mountain.
The autumn harvest was over, and the mountain was draped in a layer of yellow. Though touches of green remained, the lush vitality of summer was gone, replaced by a hint of autumn desolation.
However, while there were fewer flowers and green leaves, the branches were now heavy with fruit.
"Sister, what's that?" Little Red Carp asked, pointing to a tall pine tree. She had only ever seen the common plants that grew by the water, like poplars and willows.
