He stood at the intersection at the head of the village, with sorghum on the left and corn on the right. In late summer and early autumn, both crops were pulled very high, but had not yet grown ears, and were swaying thinly and densely in the wind, making a rustling sound. Yang Zhengcheng's eyes couldn't see clearly and he almost missed this place he called his hometown where he had lived for more than ten years. Fortunately, his ears were still sharp and he recognized the barking of Yang Erleng's dog from a long distance away. When Yang Zhengcheng left home, he was still a five-month-old pup with a chubby body and soft yellow fur. He was famous for his strange barking. At the slightest sign of trouble, he would vigilantly raise his ears, bare his gleaming white fangs, and make a beating sound that sounded like a wolf and a donkey. Now that ten years have passed, Yang Zhengcheng has long since grown up from the "beautiful second son of the Yang family" to the "Captain Yang" of the Eighth Route Army. He must have long since become an ugly, bald and useless old guy, but his bark has not changed. He is easily recognized among the intertwined barking of dogs in various villages.
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