The rooster crows three times, and the sky is just beginning to lighten.,Yang Ge ignored the old man's sorrowful eyes. With nimble hands and feet, he carried one heavy sack after another into the low-ceilinged hut. He untied the sack mouths and poured grain by grain of golden wheat kernels into the food barrel.,Yang Ge couldn't help but laugh when he saw this: "Let's be clear first, if it's some kind of heirloom or treasure, I don't want it!"。