Farmers spend their whole lives digging on it, as if they are transfusing blood into this land - when the blood is transfused, the red soil will still be red soil, and the poor will still be poor. The fog in Maocun is different from the fog in the mountains - Tongba Mountain is far to the south, and the fog there is pressing down on the top, like a pot on the head; the fog in Maocun seeps up from the fields, streams, and low-lying places, first your ankles, then your knees. By the time you find it, the entire Wei Street is soaked in it, and people are also soaked in it, like a fish marinated in a jar - either you can't get out, or you don't even think of getting out. People in the mountains call this a mask. If the mask is tight today, it means the fog is heavy. The word "mask" is appropriate - this fog is not a scenery, but a cage.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
