"Feng Xing, get up quickly and come take a look," it was just getting light, and Zhuo Feng's eyes were still bleary as she went outside to relieve herself. Before long, her soprano voice woke both Xiao Xian and Feng Xing in their room.
Feng Xing put on a vest and pulled on a robe, thinking it couldn't be another dead rat. When they first moved in, rats would often scurry out, and Feng Xing was always on alert.
Before Xiao Xian even stepped out the door, he heard a buzzing in the air that invigorated the spirit. Outside, groups of wasps were hovering over the sweet potato field, a dark, dense mass of them. If Zhuo Feng hadn't been through numerous rat scares and hadn't gotten braver, she would probably be screaming nonstop by now. Women naturally disliked hairy and multi-legged insects.
