Online, the pastoral life is poetic and romantic.
In reality, the rural life spins like a top.
71-year-old Song Youde got up just after five o'clock.
As the sky was just beginning to brighten, he expertly slipped into his old-style army green shoes, grabbed a large basket, and headed straight for the distant fields.
The milk vetch in the early morning grew exceptionally lush and vibrant, its verdant greenery also dappled with glistening dewdrops. A light fog hung over the low-lying fields, and even during the dimly lit morning, the scene was still romantic.
However, as an old farmer, Song Youde had seen this sight all his life, and at this moment, he had no inclination to admire it, focusing instead on bending over and swiftly, accurately, and fiercely picking large handfuls of milk vetch.
Handfuls of milk vetch were packed into the basket, and just when it was about to overflow, those aged hands pressed it down hard.
