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 was confused, but he still waited where he was told.,The old man, however, was proud and grinned with a mouthful of sparse teeth, "Hee hee" laughed: "I've been worshiping the Dragon King for most of my life, so swimming down there feels like going home!"。