I'm Their Relative

Someone in later generations once said: Never look down on farmers, because if you trace your family tree back three generations, every one of them was a farmer.

Fu Guiru's father had also been born a farmer, so even though he had died in the city, his grave was in the countryside.

Yet after Fu Guiru led her son and daughter through the cornfield back and forth for half an hour, they still could not find the grave mound she remembered.

A July cornfield was a sealed steamer with no breeze. Stay inside too long, and sweat soaked your entire body.

The edges of corn leaves had serrated, fibrous ridges. When they scraped against sweat-drenched skin, they gave you a profound understanding of what "exhilarating pain" meant.

Could fabrics these days be made into sun-protective clothing? If they could, I'll have the factory produce it when I get back.

Li Ye was having quite the exhilarating experience right now. His arms were covered in marks left by the corn leaves, itching in a prickling, tearing way that was unbearable.

But he did not dare complain, because his old mother, Fu Guiru, and his younger sister, Fu Yiruo, were anxiously searching ahead of him too!

The two women had even more sweat and scratches on them than Li Ye did. What right did a grown man like him have to complain?

Ten minutes later, Fu Yiruo, who had suffered the least hardship growing up, finally could not take it anymore. Pouting, she said to her old mother, "Mother, there isn't a single grave mound here. Did you remember the wrong place?"

Fu Guiru stopped walking. After a long silence, she gave a bitter smile and said helplessly, "Maybe. I'm getting old, and my memory isn't so good anymore. Let's make our