A short story about the kindness, wisdom, joys and sorrows of the Hakka people, set in the old times, without gold fingers or ambition.
Because I want to preserve a bit of Hakka and contemporary feeling, I hope it won't affect the reading experience too much.
I hope you all like this book, thank you!
Purpose: I want to write stories about the kind and wise people of the older generation who have aged and will be forgotten. It's also about why the Chinese finally chose the Communist Party of China.