This slope's wheat fields ripple like molten gold. An old farmer poured his life into this bounty, only to hav…
This slope's wheat fields ripple like molten gold. An old farmer poured his life into this bounty, only to have it all stolen by bandits on the eve of harvest. Finding no justice, his desperate wails echoed through the fields. Now, travelers admire the golden prosperity, but in the autumn wind, they say you can still hear the old man's sighs.