On the mountain in early spring, the vegetation was just beginning to sprout new buds.
Among the great variety of trees, flowers, and grasses, some had eagerly pushed out green buds, while others still slept, awaiting the nourishment of the spring rain.
On the predominantly gray mountainside, an elderly man with a Fu Manchu mustache held a circular disc in one hand. With his other, his thumb moved between the joints of his fingers as if calculating something.
Uncle An walked beside him, with Master Tang in the middle, and An Ning and Jiang Xia following behind.
This was the first time An Ning had met the man who handled such matters for the village.
She'd heard from Lin Cuihua that this man was renowned throughout Sanhe Town.
An Ning didn't know whether to believe him or not, but she remained respectful.
She glanced to the side and saw Jiang Xia's reverent expression.
'It seems Jiang Xia, on the other hand, is a firm believer.'
