When I woke up, I found that the kang where my friend was lying was empty, and the beds were neatly folded.

Look at the time, 7:30 in the morning.

I turned over with difficulty. Although I was a guest at a friend's house, I still wanted to stay in bed.

I finally got up at 8:30, only to find out that my friend’s family had gotten up at 5:30. People in northern Shaanxi are accustomed to going out to work early in the morning, returning after 10 o'clock for lunch, and after 4 o'clock for dinner.

Although my friend’s family has lived in Xi’an for a long time, as soon as they return to their hometown, they immediately switch to northern Shaanxi time.

Quite interesting.

At 10:30, my friend’s mother made steamed dumplings and cooked millet and mung bean porridge. We had a meal, rested for a while, and then walked up the loess slope.

A pheasant was frightened by us along the way and flew to another mountain with its heavy wings. No one picked the apples and plums, they clinked and fell to the ground.

During the harvest, people are far away, but this yellow land also has its own joy.

And this joy has nothing to do with people.