The villagers couldn't help but feel regret, lamenting that the two most communicative little brothers hadn't come back. It was truly saddening.
"..." Ah Dao.
"What about Old Uncle Qiu?"
"They went into the mountains today and probably won't come back until evening."
Old Uncle Qiu came from a family of hunters; naturally, hunting was more their forte compared to farming.
Although they dreamed of leaving behind their hunter status to become ordinary farmers, since only then would their children have the possibility of entering public service.
But after farming for a few days, they all realized that the constraints of facing the yellow earth and turning their backs to the sky in a muddy field were really not to their liking—they much preferred running free in the mountains.
So, the fathers and sons decided to work the fields for three days and then escape to the mountains for one, finding a balance that would ease their discomfort.
