"Big, big brother." Wu Bin's throat was tight.
Wu Dalang ran around the stove and almost tripped over the threshold with his short body. He grabbed Wu Bin's arm and looked up at his younger brother's face. He looked again and again and moved his lips several times before making a sound: "Bin, Bin'er? Really Bin'er? Why has your face lost weight? You can't get used to the food in Bianliang? Did you freeze on the road? Big brother will make you a bowl of ginger soup -"
As he said this, he turned around and ran towards the stove, but Wu Bin grabbed him. Wu Bin knelt down in the yard. The mud was cold and his knees sank into the wet mud. He looked up at Wu Dalang's flour-covered hands and wet red eyes, and said word by word: "Brother, Bin'er won the lottery and was awarded the title of Magistrate of Qinghe County."
The yard was quiet for a moment.
