Spring Breeze Over Young Grain, Part One

Seven parts salt, knead it three hundred times, then press it under a stone overnight. That was the first thing she taught her son.

From half an acre of poor farmland to six trades, from me to Mother, I'll help you keep the books.

No spiritual spring, no pocket dimension, no benefactor. Just a pair of hands and a heart that refuses to give up.

The spring breeze nurtures the young shoots. As the crops ripen, so do the people.