"After the rain stops, shouldn't it be time to plant the seeds?" The same question had been asked by the village chief Jin Dafu since the first day of the new year.
Compared to the blizzards at Cornell University, the rain in the mountainous area is considered modest. The rain is persistent but not heavy, having started at the beginning of the year and continuing until the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
By the time every household began pounding sesame fillings, preparing the glutinous rice balls for the Lantern Festival, village chief Jin Dafu was sitting in the Zhu Family's dining hall, still sighing over this thought.
Xiao Xian sat beside him, peeling peanuts, ready to wrap them in glutinous rice balls.
