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, but he still waited where he was told.,This necklace was a birthday gift from his mother when he turned thirty-three. She said that because he had a weak constitution, wearing some gold and silver could help stabilize him.。