C16

"Yo!" "What's going on!?" A middle-aged man in sackcloth walked in. His trousers were rolled up to his knees, and his shoeless feet were covered in mud. It was obvious that he had just returned from the fields.

This man is my Third Uncle. His name is Leng Qingshan. He left every day, came home at sunset, and never rested from morning till night. My father would laugh at him for his tiredness