A quiet little mountain village, suddenly a bullock cart arrives.
At this time, every household has finished their dinner and is about to go to bed, with only the occasional sound of dog barking.
The bullock cart passes through the quiet village and stops in front of a small bridge, where a couple in their mid-twenties, leading an eight or nine-year-old boy, pick up their bundles from the cart and get off.
The man pays the fare and asks the driver again: "It's the courtyard after the bridge, right?"
The driver, from the Lower River Village, often comes to this place, and with a smile takes the fare and nods repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's Manager Qin's house."
Curiously, the driver asks, "Are you relatives of her family?"
The couple shakes their heads, not intending to answer, thanks the driver, and leads their curious son towards the small courtyard on the other side of the river.
Qin Yao's house was bustling at this time.
