The moon perched atop the treetops, and a few "field mice" sneaked around in the fields a kilometer away from Yanqing Farm.
Xiao Xian stood on the field ridge as a lookout, glancing around. Xuerou held a flashlight in her right hand, covering the light with her left, looking ridiculously funny. She had a stack of straw on her shoulder and was dragging another, with stray straws stuck in her hair, looking like a hen that rolled in the field and just stood up.
"You two hurry up," Zeng Xuerou was even more tense than when a car gets hit by the traffic police, her flashlight beam moving up and down, occasionally illuminating the abandoned rice fields.
