Liu Lanhua's heart stirred when she heard this. "Dear," she said, "Brother Dadan, how about this? I'll bring you both paper and a pen tomorrow. You write the letters, and I'll deliver them to the county town. We can't just stand by and let them drive us to our deaths."
"That's right!" Li Siming's eyes lit up. "That's an excellent idea. Dadan, you write a letter tomorrow, and I'll write one too. We'll have Lanhua deliver them. Besides, Lanhua already knows your cousin-in-law."
"Oh, but a trip to the county town isn't easy," Wang Dadan said. "Miao Dahai will never let Madam Lan Hua use the village oxcart. She'll have to walk. Just getting from our village to the county town will take a whole day on foot!"
Liu Lanhua knew it would be exhausting, but compared to the stifling life in the village, she didn't care. "It's fine," she said. "I can handle it."
