Seeing how heartbroken Zhang Xiaohua looked, Li Jinfeng immediately seemed like a child who had made a mistake. He rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Well, Xiaohua, how should I put this? I don't know where your grandmother's grave is, and I didn't go pay my respects."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua forced a smile. "It's all right, Brother Li. I was too anxious. Hearing news from home so suddenly, I just wanted to know more."
Then he said sadly, "Grandmother has been gone for a year now. Thinking back, that day still feels like yesterday. Brother Li, you were a guest from afar and not very familiar with our family. Naturally, my father and mother would not tell you such things. If they had truly asked you to pay respects, that would have been neglecting their duties as hosts."
Li Jinfeng scratched his head. "That's true. I didn't seem to see any black-and-white funeral things around the house, so I never thought in that direction. If I'd run into your family when I went home before the New Year and you had reminded me, perhaps I could have helped you take a look."
Then he added, "Your elder brother seemed to know what was on your mind. He asked me to tell you not to worry about that patch of land on the hillside. He has been taking very good care of it for you. That land seems quite fertile. It has already yielded a harvest, and its yield was several tenths higher than other fields."
Zhang Xiaohua was a little pleased when he heard that. "Really? I reclaimed that land bit by bit myself. For it to yield so well means my hard work was not in vain."
"Oh, and last year your family had a very good harvest,