When evening came, Auntie Li put fresh sheets on the bed and gave it to Uncle Qiao and Zhang Sheng, while she took Jiu'er into the room shared by her other three daughters, squeezing onto the beds of Fang Mei, Fang Lan, and Fang Ju.
The early autumn night breeze slipped through the small wooden window, accompanied by the chorus of insects chirping in the corners and under the beds, lulling the people under the thatched eaves into an early sleep.
The next day, when Fang Yi crawled out of his village friend's bed, the sky outside was already broad daylight. He hurriedly put on his clothes and jogged all the way home.
Chapter 58