In the sweet potato field.
Moonlight spilled down in broad swathes, like frosting, lighting up the entire sweet potato field.
Two tiny figures thrashed about in the sweet potato field like badgers in a watermelon patch.
"Huh? Fuck, none here either? Let's try somewhere else!"
"Brother, I want to sleep!" The smaller boy cradled several little sweet potatoes, nodding off as he spoke to the slightly older boy.
"I told you not to come, but you insisted, and now you want to sleep. Hold on a little longer. I'll dig up a few more and roast them for you all tomorrow!" With his bottom sticking up, the boy kept his head down and dug, speaking without looking back.
Perhaps he had never worked in a field before, or perhaps he was unfamiliar with the business of digging up sweet potatoes, but he had dug several holes without finding any larger ones.
What lazy bum planted these sweet potatoes?
"That's not how you dig up sweet potatoes. Follow the vines, find their roots, then try digging there!" An aged voice sounded beside the older boy's ear.
The boy shuddered in fright and shakily raised his head, then immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
A strange voice suddenly appearing in the middle of the night-who wouldn't be scared!
The boy looked at Leng Qingsong with some displeasure and said, "Gramps, scaring people like that can scare them to death! You're up in the middle of the night to borrow sweet potatoes too?"
Leng Qingsong looked affectionately at the boy before him and smiled without answering. Instead, he reached out and gently lifted a sweet potato vine, explaining patiently, "Follow this vine, and you'll find the sweet potatoes right at its roots."
Following Leng Qingsong's instructions, the boy dug for a while, half