Dear Wanderer, How are you? I write with glad tidings. Thanks to your help, I've set up my stall at the Wheat…
Dear Wanderer,
How are you? I write with glad tidings. Thanks to your help, I've set up my stall at the Wheatwind Bazaar in Kaifeng Suburbs-South. When I left home, I never dreamed such a day…
Grandfather always said gratitude must be more than words. So I've sent my savings back to Fuping, my hometown, to lease five mu of persimmon groves in your name. Grandfather and the villagers tend them. He insisted on having the old painter paint them for you. I can already imagine the fiery red blaze!
But the weather's been cruel this year, drought and flood by turns. The harvest would likely suffer… May the land prove worthy.
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