Today was a bright, sunny day.
Zhou Li stood on the balcony and looked outside. Normally, during the Spring Festival, the riverbanks would be lined with tables and chairs. The people of Yi Province loved comfort, so crowds sipping tea, chatting, or playing mahjong would clog both banks of the Tuo River. This year, however, it was exceptionally quiet, with only a few people moving about.
"The two pots of flowers you and Brother Nan are raising have bloomed. Do you want me to pick one for you?" Huai Xu asked. He had just returned from Chunming after watering the plants.
"No need."
"Oh, there were also bugs in the flowerpots. I chopped them all up," Huai Xu said. "I was wondering, your place is so high up, how did those little bugs even get into the flowerpots?"
"They probably came with the soil."