Jia Tengying hoisted a bucket of well water and submerged a bamboo basket filled with newly harvested vegetables into the chilly, clear water.
With his other hand, he stirred repeatedly. As the crystal-clear water gradually became murky, he lifted the basket, took the water to water the fields, and then continued to draw water to wash the fruits and vegetables.
On an autumn morning, the fresh air, just like the well water, was so crisp and cool that it cleared one's mind and heart when inhaled. Thus, the sounds from within the courtyard, where Zhao Rong and others were active, traveled clearly to the northeast corner where the well stood.
They fell into the ears of Jia Tengying, who was buried in his work.
"Yu Huaijin, what are you up to?" Ziyu's voice sounded stern and righteous.
Senior Yu remained silent.
Ziyu's tone had a touch of surprise, "Well done, Brother Yushu! Ouch..."