By the time Li Qing and Tang Jianmin, with a group of people, arrived at Sanhe Village with Jiang Youwei and his son, the old Shepherd had already been brought home.
In the dim and cramped little room, only an old light bulb was lit.
Li Qing was the first to enter.
He was tall, and the room was so low that he barely had to stretch his hand to touch the ceiling.
Tang Jianmin warmly went up and grasped the old Shepherd's twig-like hands, "Old Yang brother, how are you feeling?"
The old Shepherd, also surnamed Yang, hurriedly climbed up from the kang when he saw so many people suddenly enter his home, "Is it the village head? It doesn't hurt too much. They stitched up my head, but it only really hurt when they were sewing."
"As long as it's nothing serious, it's also a sign of your enormous luck," Tang Jianmin said with a laugh, patting the old Shepherd's hand.
Li Qing silently turned his head away.
Using 'enormous luck' in reference to the old Shepherd seemed somewhat ironic.
