rom my backpack?”

 

While packing his luggage, Yang Feng put in a few pieces of clothes and the gourd.

 

He opened his backpack and took out the gourd.

 

“Huh, is there water in here?”

 

Yang Feng remembered that when he found the gourd, he had shaken it and it was empty.
So how could there be water in it now?

 

He opened the lid and a cool sensation hit him.
He shook the gourd and there was quite a bit of water inside, filling up its round belly.

 

It was really strange because he was sure it had been empty when he set out on his journey.

 

Feeling a little thirsty, but unsure of the origin of the water, Yang Feng decided to wait until he got back home before drinking any.

 

He picked up his bag and continued walking for another half hour or so, and now he could vaguely see the village ahead.

 


Yang Feng's thoughts were in turmoil at this moment, remembering that two years ago when he left the village, he had hoped to make a future for himself on his own.

 

Unexpectedly, two years had passed and he was still worse off than before.
Yang Feng lowered his head and slowly walked towards the village.

 

The July night was particularly hot, but due to the busy farming season, the golden wheat could be seen everywhere on the roadside drying fields.

 

At the entrance of the village, there were clusters of big locust trees, under which a group of people sat, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and discussing this year's harvest.

 

Seeing these people, Yang Feng didn't want to join in and planned to quickly walk past them.

However, these people had sharp eyes and could see him even in the late evening.
Suddenly, an old man squinted his eyes and exclaimed, “Hey, isn't this Yang's boy?”

 

As he spoke, the old men and women who were enjoying the cool breeze all turned to look at him.

 

Yang Feng looked up and realized it was his neighbor, Zhang Fei, standing at the door.

 

According to seniority, Yang Feng should address him as “second uncle,” but it was just a formality.

 

“Um, Second Uncle, it's me,” Yang Feng replied.

Since he had been spotted, Yang Feng felt obliged to respond.

 

“You're working in the big city, aren't you? How come you're back here today?” Second Uncle Zhang asked.

 

“I quit my job over there and came back to take a break for a while,” Yang Feng replied.

 

At this moment, Uncle Yang Feng, who was sitting under the acacia tree, stood up and walked over.

 

“Little Feng is back! We didn't notice you in the dark,” Uncle Yang Feng said.

 

“Yes, Uncle, I'm back,” Yang Feng replied nonchalantly.

 


“Why did you quit your job? It was going well, wasn't it?” Uncle Yang Feng asked.

 

“The salary was too low, and the work was not satisfying,” Yang Feng explained.

 

“You young people nowadays are so picky.
As long as you can earn some money, that's enough.
You shouldn't be so choosy,” Uncle Yang Feng scolded.

 

“…
” Yang Feng rolled his eyes.
That was the reason why he didn't want to come over, it was very annoying.

 

The people sitting under the shade of the tree chimed in, “Yeah, young people these days are just like that, what was it, they have high eyes, and what was the rest?”

 

“High eyes and low hands.”

 

Notes: The saying in Chinese is something like (yǎn gāo shǒu dī), which means having high aspirations but lacking the necessary skills or effort to achieve them.

“high eyes” in Chinese, and it is often used to describe someone who has high expectations or aspirations.

In the Chinese saying “High eyes and low hands.” the phrase ” low hands ” refers to having low skills or not being able to back up one's high aspirations with practical abilities or actions.
It suggests that while it's good to have big goals and ambitions, it's equally important to work hard and develop the necessary skills to achieve them.

 

“Right, right, right.
Our Xiaodan is much more down-to-earth.
He's been working there for a year, and his boss even gave him a raise last month.”

 

Yang Feng rolled his eyes, not saying anything.

 

‘The main purpose of my return this time is to see if I can find a job in my hometown and take care of our two-acre land at home.’

 

Speaking of land, Yang Feng suddenly remembered that he has been away from home for so many years and the land at home is still being cultivated by his uncle.

 

He was about to leave when his uncle happened to be here, so he decided to bring it up.

 

“Uncle, all the wheat has just been harvested this year, and I plan to take back our two-acre land.”

 

“What? What do you want to do with the land?”

 

Upon hearing that Yang Feng wanted to take back the land, his uncle's eyebrows furrowed and his face changed immediately.

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