My father explained how to cultivate vegetable fields in concise language.

Every day before dawn, my father went up the mountain with a hoe and a basket, and didn't go home with a load of firewood until evening. A week later, we saw the yellow land that had been turned over for three or four minutes.

Father was not discouraged. He built a low wall at the edge of the slope, and then picked up a basket of soil from the foot of the mountain to cover this terrible rock. Father's shoulders are red and swollen, and his feet have blisters. He smiled when he saw that the new vegetable garden was finally open.