When he came back from work in the evening, Zheng Changhe said happily to Yang, "We cleared four or five mu today, and did a clean job. The soil's all been turned, and we've picked out all the stones and roots. Our own villagers really put their hearts into the work. At this rate, we'll be finished in just a few days."
Qingmu was also all smiles. 'That freshly turned brown earth… it makes me feel so secure and at home,' he reflected.
Yang and Juhua were delighted as they listened to Zheng Changhe describe how deep the soil had been turned, how it wasn't poor at all, how many furrows they had dug, and how they had even built a makeshift fence with the stones they'd collected and the thorny brambles they'd cut down…
As they spoke, Juhua brought dinner to the table.
