Fishing for shrimp in the village of Fengpuao

That evening, friends and family came over. I could speak freely with all the guests, and we laughed, drank baiju and played mahjong (although I was no match against these experienced players).

The next day I woke up to the sound of birds tweeting, something I never had in Shanghai, as usually all I hear is traffic. Baba had left at 5:30 to go to a market to buy some food for breakfast, which was also made with freshly laid eggs from the chickens. The rest of the day we worked on the farm again, this time we fertilized the plants.