'Whether Juhua has forgotten the past or not, I have to win her over from the start,' Zhang Huai thought. 'What's the point of dwelling on that? I already made her sad today.'
'Oh, no! Was she just thinking, 'You used to be so good to me, so why would you say that? Granny Hua even overheard and spread it around, and now I'm heartbroken'?'
At this thought, he was filled with regret. He shouldn't have asked Juhua about those things. 'From now on, I'd better not bring them up around her. I need to focus on what's important.'
During dinner, Zhang Huai said to his parents, "Dad, Mom, we need to get ready. I'm sure other people are thinking the same thing we are—to build a house over on Little Qing Mountain. It's wide open there, perfect for raising pigs and chickens. Without the acorns, no one would have even considered it. But now that we know acorns can be used as pig feed, wouldn't it be great to live close by? It's way more convenient than living in the village."
