"Brother Jinhua! Brother Jinhua!"
Aunt Wang's shouts cut through the clamor of voices in the Aconite field.
She stumbled along the ridges between the fields, her face alight with a joy not seen in years.
Ma Jinhua was squatting to inspect the quality of the newly dug Aconite. He looked up at the sound, an unconscious frown creasing his brow. "Aunt Wang, what's happened? What's the rush?"
"Rui is better!" Aunt Wang gasped, stopping in front of Ma Jinhua with her hands on her knees. "He suddenly became clear-headed just now, and he even asked me where you were!"
Hoes dropped to the ground one after another.
The nearby villagers all stopped their work, the air seeming to freeze.
Ma Jinhua was in the middle of showing a freshly dug Aconite root to the representative from Japan when he heard Aunt Wang's words. He froze on the spot.
"You... what did you say?" Ma Jinhua couldn't believe his ears.
