"Later the government soldiers celebrated with drinking, and I took advantage of the night when they were drunk to sneak over and smash the skull of the soldier who killed my son with this hoe. With a bang, it shattered, and red and white spilled out."
"It's not difficult to hoe the ground."
"Just like when hoeing the ground, smashing a large clod into pieces."
Old Wen murmured something, finally polishing the rust off the hoe until it looked like it was freshly made decades ago, and said, "This is truly a good hoe, really, so sturdy and so useful, after all these years, it's still in good condition."
"But if the Lord wants it, it's the best thing."
The young man said, "Are you not going to keep it now?"
Old Wen said, "No need, something about that black soil..."
"Oh oh, right, it's the Mo School, those young men made something strange, more useful than a hoe. At my age, I farm the land just to have grain to eat, this hoe's been with me my whole life, I don't need it anymore."
