Laolu Village (Modified Version)

It was the most humid year in history after the floods in the memory of the people of Laoyu Village. Plants such as wormwood and tribulus seedlings grew wildly. It was a season of misty smoke and fragrant fruits. The sun that ripens all things is blessing the grapevines that cover the eaves, making them covered with fruit balls; the gourds are full, and the pomegranates are bending the old green trees in front of the farmhouse; all the fruits are fully ripe. On this day, the colorful clouds made the quietly retreating twilight look like blooming flowers, coating the fields with messy stems with a magnificent glow. ... A dark, heavy mist hung over the horizon. The distant stars have long been dimmed. A dazzling bronze glow appeared in the east, indicating that the day was about to break. But the scenery to the west was still very blurry, dim and silent, as if shrouded in the light of hell, with ghostly shadows appearing, as if it were something other than the human world. The voice in his ears was also sinister. The breeder brought firewood from outside the door and spread some hay on the corral. The horses neighed and fought for their feed. The calf shook the walnut shackle, its sharp horns clanging against each other, and it overturned the trough angrily. The noise of cows and horses in the barn seemed to come from Pluto's farm on the other side of the Yin-Yang River. At this moment, the big rooster had already come out of the henhouse and occupied the high grape trellis. He looked down, bent his head with upturned combs, and let out a series of angry and unfair shouts.