"How come there's nobody around on this path?" Yan Moshan looked around as he walked, his figure standing out in the somewhat open fields. He held his head high, swinging his arms, stepping along the ridge path with a vigorous stride, as if Liu Family Village was at his feet.
As he passed the small river bend near the entrance of the village, Yan Moshan gradually started to feel so hot that fire seemed to be coming out of his body, so he walked to the riverbank and washed his face. Just then, Zhao Yumei, the wife of the village Party Secretary Fan Baoshun, came dragging a bamboo mat. "Yo, isn't that Moshan? Haven't seen you in days, what happy event brought you out?" Zhao Yumei said with a laugh, holding her lithe and agile body upright.
Yan Moshan didn't understand why Zhao Yumei was asking such a question suddenly, "No happy event, Aunt Yumei, what happy event could I possibly have!" Yan Moshan chuckled, squatting down and rippling the leisurely water with his hand.