In the days that followed, Little Flower often went into the mountains to bond with Dabai. Mo Yan didn't know how Little Flower communicated with Dabai, but every time Little Flower returned, her forehead was topped with several bloody holes.
But this fellow's resolve only strengthened with each setback. The chicken she was given to eat every morning was always saved to take to Dabai, and when she returned in the evening, she ate like a starved ghost, capable of devouring two full basins of food.
Later on, Mo Yan didn't pay much attention to this matter, because the low-lying land she had bought for growing rice had surprisingly revealed a spring.
"Yan girl, the spring we dug up can't be blocked, and it's no longer suitable for planting rice,"
Lizhong felt somewhat guilty. If he had managed to block the spring in time, the land wouldn't have been flooded.
"Grandfather Li, don't blame yourself. Unearthing the spring is good for us,"
