Peach and plum bloss

Liu Zhanggui's eyes followed the cart piled high with sacks of grain, watching Yang Ge stride away. He sighed inwardly, muttering to himself: 'The wages I paid this kid a few days ago must all be spent here...',Yang Ge was tending to the firewood while chattering away, giving the old man instructions.,Eight months ago, the old man used this tattered fishing net to pull him out of the Bian River...twice!。