Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge would go to the countryside every month, he was already used to it.,Liu Zhanggui was furious, picking up a broom and hitting: "Let you eat, let you eat...",He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.。