At four-thirty, the village nestled in the Qingshan mountains awoke. The dawn intertwined with the sweet scent of corn as wisps of smoke hinted at the villagers' anticipation for the autumn harvest.
The jeep, with mud on its tires, rumbled down the winding country road and stopped in front of the Educated Youth Corps' gate.
The fleeting glimpse of the steel beast caught the attention of many. As it passed their homes, most folks called out to their family members, putting aside their chores to come out and take a look.
Initially, when Lin Nianhe returned on a bicycle, it drew quite a crowd of aunties who had good relations with her to touch and see; and now, a jeep, a rare sight even in town, had made its appearance. Many people came out upon hearing it, but all of them only dared to watch from afar, none daring to approach.
Li Dahe heard about the jeep's arrival while squatting in the latrine, which startled him enough to almost slip.
