Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed. Little crane grass was already eight years old. His skin was slightly dark due to years of labor and cultivation, but he was still very strong and looked very energetic. Most importantly, one could see a trace of sharpness in his eyes.
Little crane grass was still wearing coarse clothes, which had been washed until they were white. He was barefooted and had a hoe in his arm. He looked like an ordinary village child.
However, there was a trace of wisdom in his eyes, and he looked like a hermit who had retired to the countryside. If one didn't look at his height and appearance, but only his eyes, no one would think that he was an eight-year-old child.
Little crane grass was currently walking forward with a calm expression on his face. It didn't take long for him to reach the outside of the wooden house. He placed the hoe in the tool room, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then returned to his room.
