"The day for setting sail... has finally arrived!..."
At the edge of the lush vegetable garden, Old Militia Chiwaco looked troubled, reaching into his waistband over and over. After a while, he finally pulled out a withered red chili, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and asked bitterly.
"Old Woody, when... do we set off?"
"The orders are urgent. We'll leave at the beginning of next month!"
"Ah! Next month? I wanted to make a trip back to the Capital Region to say goodbye to my daughter and granddaughter..."
The old militia sighed again. Last year, his daughter Luwei finally gave birth to a granddaughter with that blockhead Weizti. Luwei was weak to begin with, and after giving birth, she became even weaker, often with cold hands and feet and aching all over. In the end, it was Old Woody Cedar who took out a prescription from the Northern Tribes, personally preparing some herbs, which somewhat restored her...
