Zhou Changli flipped through the list of silver compensations given by the Ministry of Revenue. He had been traveling for seven days, always rushing on the road. His plan was to first visit the farthest places on the list and slowly make his way back.
Ming Hui's face turned pale. It was his first time traveling far, and they were moving quickly without much rest. His father took his first mission very seriously, and let alone proper meals and accommodations, Ming Hui felt like he was falling apart.
Ming Hui cried out in pain, his rear aching. "Dad, when will we get there?"
Zhou Changli felt heartache for his son. This child resembled his mother, and Zhou cherished him dearly. He raised his hand and gently touched Ming Hui's little face, which had grown thinner. "We'll arrive tonight."
Ming Hui's eyes lit up. "We're finally arriving!"
Chang Li closed the list. "Tujia Village, the farthest village on the Ministry of Revenue's list. Tonight, we'll rest in the village."
