In the warm spring of March, the mountains beyond Xiaobaikou Village were already brimming with the vigor of spring.
Zhang Lao'er moved a chair to his front door, sat down on it with a plop, and contentedly began basking in the sunlight.
With just over a month to go, his youngest son, the only one not yet married, would also be getting married, and Zhang Lao'er felt elated at the thought.
Furthermore, last year's bumper harvest in the orchard had brought good times to each family in Xiaobaikou Village. He had even received some "Best Village Chief of the Year" award from the town, which made him wake up laughing from his dreams.
Yet who could have imagined that today's Xiaobaikou Village owed its success to that same little rascal who was always up to mischief?
"Sigh! That little brat left for just a month, and he hasn't even called me once. Could he have forgotten about me already?"
