On the grain drying yard, rows of logs were neatly arranged, with Zhao Zhuangshi and Li Xiaoshan each occupying one row.
A group of young people gathered around, cheering boisterously, while the children from the village ran back and forth with leaps and bounds. What was supposed to be a monotonous and dull task had been turned into a spectacle by their playfulness.
Zhao Zhuangshi, holding his axe, said to Li Xiaoshan with a sly grin, "Hey, how about we make a little wager? If I win, how about giving your wife's red scarf to my little sister?"
"Buzz off!" Li Xiaoshan glared, "Don't you dare think about my wife's belongings, I saved up several years to buy that for her!"
"Tsk tsk, how stingy you are," Zhao Zhuangshi wiped his nose and rubbed his hands, "then if you lose, you owe me a pack of Chienmen Cigarette!"
A pack of Chienmen cigarette costs thirty-five cents, an absolute luxury in the countryside.
