Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge smiled gently and said, "I want a home...",Yang Ge ignored the old man's sorrowful eyes. With nimble hands and feet, he carried one heavy sack after another into the low-ceilinged hut. He untied the sack mouths and poured grain by grain of golden wheat kernels into the food barrel.,A mud king's watch, it can't even point the way home.。