Su Yunuo held up her hands to ward off the leaves swirling in the wind. She squinted and glanced at the house, visible in the distance, with a weary expression. With strained arms, she struggled to lift the increasingly heavy basket on her back.,Since Su Zefan, the eldest son of the long house who had already passed the county examination, would take the prefectural and provincial examinations next year to become a scholar, the Su family could still be exempt from taxes and corvée labor. This was the very reason why Xiao Yang dared to make such a scene.,Once again, she hoisted the basket on her back. Su Yunduo put away the ache in her heart, shook her head and pursed her lips. Facing the cold wind, she bowed slightly, quickening her pace a little as she walked, somewhat unsteadily, along the country path.。