Chapter 1: Matchmaking Early October arrived, and the fields were left with rows of rice stubble. High stacks of straw were piled along the embankments, signaling the end of the autumn harvest. Three skinny ducks with white necks pecked at a few stray grains of rice in the fields before waddling and sliding into the river ditch. At tha...
Chapter 1: Matchmaking Early October arrived, and the fields were left with rows of rice stubble. High stacks of straw were piled along the embankments, signaling the end of the autumn harvest. Three skinny ducks with white necks pecked at a few stray grains of rice in the fields before waddling and sliding into the river ditch. At that moment, a lean figure crossed a makeshift wooden bridge, hastily constructed from a few logs spanning the ditch. Van Jing, the eldest son of the Van family from the village, carried a tightly woven bamboo basket on his back and gripped a stone-tipped spear in his hand, returning from the mountains. As he crossed the bridge, a woman weeding winter kale seedlings in the field called out from a distance, her tone teasing. “Jing, you’re back at just the right t
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