At the entrance to the village, Wang Guiyu was fussing over Mo Junhua about various matters—he should wear more clothes in the cold weather, make sure to eat enough, not overexert himself during training; as long as he got by, that was fine, but absolutely must not ruin his health. Her eldest son was moving things onto the ox-cart. After loading, he sat woodenly at the front of the cart, waiting.
"We don't have much at home, but take these peanuts to the army and let everyone try them. And there's also some chili sauce; use it when you can't eat. Who knows when you'll come back once you go. Sanwa, as for matters in the military, your mom doesn't understand and can't speak on them. There's just one thing that weighs heavy on my heart; at your age, kids in our countryside already have several of their own. Tell your mom honestly, do you have someone special in the military?"
