No one wanted to break the peace.
"It's so quiet!" A man was looking through the window at the moon while he was lying on the bed. "What a beautiful night. I really want to sing."
He opened his mouth but didn't make any sound.
"What am I thinking? Given my current condition, of course, I can't sing," the man murmured. "When is this going to end?"
The sun rose, as usual, the next morning. It was the hottest time of the year.
"It's so hot today!" The villagers were complaining. Most of them wouldn't go out on such a hot day. They either stayed at home or sat under the big tree outside the village.
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Meanwhile, in a small village in southern Yunnan, many people came to see the King Pharmacist.
The roads were muddy. Most of the houses in the village were made of bamboo. The village looked shabby and old.
