"Li the postman, is there any news from my family?"
"Is there a letter for my Old Wang's house?"
"Old Li!"
"..."
Each household gathered in the village clearing, waiting to see if there were replies from their family pillars who had gone out to work.
The postman, surnamed Li, wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled out various letters from behind his bicycle, some white, some yellow, and even one or two small packages.
"There's something for everyone."
Li the postman handed over the letters one by one to the women and children, the elderly of the village.
The elderly and children who received the letters showed joy on their faces. Those who didn't bickered with the postman, asking why they hadn't received any, leaving the postman with a helpless expression.
How could he know if there was no letter?
He was just a mail carrier, not the one writing the letters!
"That's all, I'm off."