Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge pushed his tricycle, following the flow of people out of the county.,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.,The old man sighed, one hand smoothing his back and the other supporting him as they sat down.。