The next day, early morning.
The rain seemed to wash away all the dust; the sky was clear and the sun shone brightly.
Outside the courtyard, the crisp sound of sales pitches from the neighboring grocery store drifted in, mixed with the warm chatter of the owner greeting familiar customers.
In the small courtyard, Li Zhenhua was hunched over, working busily in front of the vegetable patch.
He wore an old blue cloth garment that resisted stains, clutching a hoe in his hand.
He was carefully opening a straight shallow trench in the newly turned soil.
Fang Cheng was shirtless, wearing only a pair of sports shorts, carrying a heavy wooden bucket as he followed behind to assist.
The bucket was filled with fermented organic fertilizer, with a faint smell of humus in close proximity.
"Grandpa, let me help with the hoeing, you should rest for a while."
Seeing sweat on his grandfather's forehead, Fang Cheng couldn't help but urge.
"Go away, do you look down on old people?"
