Tugou Village, Yicheng Township.
The minivan from the village store had just returned, and the first thing to do was to shout, "Old Qi! Old Qi! Your grandson Linzi has sent a package back!"
In the mountainous area filled with yellow soil, vast and open, though the two households were far apart, the shout still managed to be heard by half the village.
The neighbor couldn't help but sigh, "Old Qi's picked up a good one; Linzi bows in front of his son's grave, and later on, he'll be there to wear hemp and mourn for him. He won't be without descendants."
"That's true, Linzi is filial, very caring," the family's old lady agreed.
The man next door grunted, "What's so filial about that? He just went off to college far away, would've been better if he never went, stayed at home to farm the land honestly. By now, Old Qi could have been holding a great-grandchild."
