After the arrival of autumn, Fire Knife Village gradually became bustling with activity.
After a summer's rest, with the cooler weather, the villagers once again started to busy themselves with plowing and planting.
It was the season for sowing winter wheat, and the fields were once again a hotbed of intense activity, with laughter and shouts resounding throughout the day. Daoxiang Garden was surrounded by fields; in the morning, when Madame Yang and the others arrived, they saw the hardworking farmers on the ridges from their carriage, and they discussed it at length, clucking in admiration and laughing heartily at the uncouth village dialect, finding it most amusing.
In recent times, on the small road in front of the restaurant, the bustle and noise had been unceasing, to which Hua Xiaomai had long since grown accustomed; but today's clamor seemed somewhat different from usual.
