Two days later, the weather had cleared.
Looking up, the sky resembled a vast sapphire dotted with two clouds. The faint light of dawn spilled over the tranquil Wooden Courtyard. The people living there, accustomed to the rhythms of farm life, had long since gathered together and finished a lively breakfast.
Once the bowls and chopsticks were cleared away, Si Jiuyue, as was her daily routine, followed her father, Si Boyan, and the uncles of the clan toward the patch of barren land to the left of the Wooden Courtyard to begin another day of reclamation. They carried hoes on their shoulders, chatting and laughing along the way, not feeling the least bit weary. Farming folk possess a deep-seated love for the land.
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