Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge ignored the old man's sorrowful eyes. With nimble hands and feet, he carried one heavy sack after another into the low-ceilinged hut. He untied the sack mouths and poured grain by grain of golden wheat kernels into the food barrel.,Yang Ge looked at the old man with a puzzled expression, then lowered his head to look at this cloth bag.,A Casio G-Shock watch face, covered in layers of rust, as if ravaged by countless years...。