Peach and plum bloss

Gao's tall figure continued wiping the tables and chairs, smiling as he replied, "These days more people are coming into town, business is booming. Little Wang can't handle it all on his own...",He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,> Not until the sun began to set did he push back to the small courtyard with a cart piled high with firewood, neater and taller than anyone else's.。