Yang Ge ignored the old man's sorrowful eyes. With nimble hands and feet, he carried one heavy sack after another into the low-ceilinged hut. He untied the sack mouths and poured grain by grain of golden wheat kernels into the food barrel.,Yang Ge was tending to the firewood while chattering away, giving the old man instructions.,That stretch of water he went back many times, but never found those two things.。