Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge also gently shook his head, but did not say much more. He directly pushed out a unicycle from the corner of the front hall, bowed to Liu Zhuangguan, and went straight out.,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.,The old man carefully peeled back the layers of cloth, a beam of sunlight slanted in from under the eaves, reflecting a golden ray that momentarily blinded Yang Ge.。