My Country Sister-In-Law

All the young men in the village have gone out to work, leaving only the sisters-in-law farming at home. Rumors are growing like barnyard grass in the fields. They use sharp sickles to harvest the rice and harvest the strange eyes of the world. As a village doctor, I have witnessed my sisters-in-law holding up a blue sky with their hands through continuous self-improvement. (Three no novels: no imagination, no time travel, no golden fingers) (Three You Novels: Temperature, Attitude, and Depth)