Zheng Tan stood on a fence post in the courtyard, boredly yawning before looking down at the earthworm crawling on the ground.
Inside the small tile-roofed house, the old lady and Ermao were recounting the experiences of the past years as well as some past events. Zheng Tan had no interest in listening to their stories, so he simply came out for some fresh air.
In fact, without needing Ermao to say anything, the old lady had already guessed the blood relation between her and Ermao. Ermao couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. According to their relationship, Ermao should call the old lady great aunt. Zheng Tan heard from the villagers that the old lady had come to this village over forty years ago when she was already forty years old, which meant she would be almost ninety in two more years.
After yawning about a dozen times, the wooden gate squeaked open. Ermao came out from inside.
