Yang Ge would go to the countryside every month, he was already used to it.,After securing the food, he went into the kitchen as if he knew it by heart and pulled out an old, rusty hand sickle. Ignoring the old man's repeated pleas of "Don't worry about it" and "Take a break first," he left in strides, pushing his tricycle.,After making sure no one was around the yard, the old man mysteriously took out an object from behind... it was a fist-sized package wrapped in countless layers of cloth.。