He turned to look at his grandfather's back. The old man was patting Yang Ji's back and comforting him in a low voice. In the sunlight, his stooped spine seemed remarkably upright.
Yang Jing couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion. 'Grandfather's magnanimity is truly a rare thing.'
'If he hadn't been born in the countryside, constrained by his worldview and livelihood, he might have made a name for himself in Yuhe County with his breadth of mind and wisdom.'
The villagers at the courtyard gate watched the scene unfold. Some breathed a sigh of relief, others sighed, and some shook their heads in disappointment. They had expected Yang Ji to get a harsh lesson, but instead...
...
In early September, the autumn tiger still raged across Wazi Town.
A vast expanse of fertile fields stretched across the plain. The rice stalks, heavy with full grains, bowed their heads, creating golden waves in the wind.
