There were six people standing at the field's edge. The one in the lead, recognized by Lian Manman, was indeed Old Jin. The other four were sturdy, tall young men, aged from eighteen or nineteen to just over thirty. There was also a shorter teenager who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.
The man in his early thirties was holding a plough handle. The plough handle was almost twice the size of the one at Lian Manman's family's home, pulled by two large mules. The teenager had the reins of the mules in his hands. The mules stood there, seemingly impatient, pawing the ground and neighing twice.
The teenager scolded softly and pulled the reins tighter, calming the mules down.
Old Jin, wearing a padded jacket over his shoulders, chuckled and walked toward Lian Manman's family's field.
"Dad." Lian Manman hurriedly called out to Lian Shouxin, telling him Old Jin had arrived. "It looks like he's here for us."
