Not far from the village entrance, there is a crystal-clear stream where several village women are rolling up their sleeves, pounding and washing clothes while chatting about their household affairs.
Among these village women, there is a girl around six or seven years old, squatting by the stream, gently tapping the clothes with a wooden stick, then using her fair, tender little hands to scrub them clean.
After washing, the girl wrings out all the clothes and places them in a bamboo basket, then stands up and heads back into the village.
"Little Que'er, all done with the washing?"
"If only my daughter were half as sensible as you."
Several village women nearby saw the girl and jokingly praised her aloud.
"If Little Que'er hadn't suddenly stopped growing, I'd want her to be my daughter-in-law."
