After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,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.,When I entered the village, Zhang Laoshun and Ma Gou saw me. If they come knocking for handouts, don't feel sorry for the grain; give them a bit. But if they get too brazen, don't argue with them. Just wait until I come back to deal with them...。