Even in Hamshan Pass, the northernmost point of Great Yue, the summer heat was unbearable in June. 。Heaven, too, was like a child's face, changing at will. 。It was still sunny and bright in the morning, but by afternoon the clouds started to gather, indicating that rain was coming. 。In Linjia Village, each daughter-in-law, seeing the unfavorable weather, dropped their kitchen knives or brooms and hurried to gather firewood, herd ducks, and yet dared not yell too loudly at the young boys playing outside, fearing they might scare away this long-awaited rain. 。The mischievous boys probably knew this too, pretending not to hear their mothers' calls. They gathered under the big tree at the village entrance, wishing for a downpour so they could take a refreshing bath in the rain. 。To the west of Linjia Village there is a large courtyard, where a big family lives. 。Mr. Lin is the backbone of this family. Now in his fifties, his hair and beard are already gray, but his face is ruddy and he has a spirited presence. 。,At this moment, he chuckled with his grandson, who was reading a book. His beard quivered with mirth.,The little girl was even younger, not more than four years old. She wore a pink blouse and ivory hairpins. Two small flower buds were tied on her head, and two thin braids hung from her ears. Her delicate face was fair and round, with pretty eyebrows and eyes. Especially her big eyes, they were like sparkling crystals that seemed to speak, shining brightly.。