In the remote, peaceful Rice Fragrance Village, Old Li was as much a part of the place as the land itself, rooted deep in its soil. His home was a simple adobe house. Though humble, it was full of the warmth of everyday life. A small courtyard stood in front, with a few osmanthus trees. Every autumn, their faint fragrance filled the entire yard.
Old Li lived a simple but satisfying life. Each morning, before the rooster crowed, he was already up. After washing, he hoisted his hoe and headed for his few mu of rice fields. His rice paddies were the most prosperous in the village, their lush green seedlings swaying in the breeze...
