Along the path, the night breeze carried the sweet scent of the grain from the fields on either side. Scattered ponds lay adjacent to the fields, with the croaking of frogs emanating from them, lending the night an even more tranquil air. In the middle of the road, a small river cut across at an angle, with a wooden bridge spanning it. Stepping on it, the bridge swayed gently. Beside the bridge, a waterwheel perched above the riverbed turned slowly with the fine flow of the stream, issuing a regular creaking sound.