After a pause, he asked in puzzlement: "Aren't you going to the countryside to visit your relatives today Where is that lazy good-for-nothing Wang Dali",After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,Yang Ge was tending to the firewood while chattering away, giving the old man instructions.。