The sweltering heat of the north seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Just a month or so ago, it was so muggy, even after sunset, that people wished they could soak in the river and never come out.
Now, though the sun had yet to set, the bike ride home was refreshingly cool. Shen Weimin glanced from side to side, confirming it wasn't just his imagination—the weather really had grown cooler.
The vast cornfields along the road, once green and over half a man's height, were now a sweeping vista of gold. With the autumn harvest just around the corner, this change in weather wasn't surprising.
'It probably won't rain tonight,' Shen Weimin mused. He first returned to his own courtyard in the Xiangyang Team and carried a burlap sack from the back of his bicycle into a room.
After coming back out, he headed over to his new property. As he approached the old family courtyard, he saw his older cousin, Xu Jiayuan, leading a group of men at work from a distance.
