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 was confused and patted his hands as he walked over.,The old man, seeing his appearance, let out a sigh of relief and said lightly, "I knew it was yours."。