Chapter 27

t all the fish into a fish basket, then she put the shrimp trap back into the stream.She carried the fish basket happily, dodging people in the dark and going back to the cowshed.Rong Zhaonan had just...mpty aluminum pots.On a deep autumn night in the South, insects hummed their melodies and the air still held the fragrance of plants.Ning Yuan sat by the makeshift earthen stove in the backyard, stari...