On Baiyun Mountain, in front of a grave, an elderly man held a five-jin jar of flower wine. In front of him was a lotus leaf wrapped flower and two porcelain bowls. He poured wine into the bowls while muttering to himself... 。,This year, the person's name is Ge Dongxu, a villager from Gejia Yangcun at the foot of Baiyun Mountain.,It's the end of August now, and it's still sweltering weather in Jiangsu province. 。However, the mountains are cool and children are still on summer vacation, so people from the city like to come to Baiyun Mountain for a respite from the heat this time of year. 。With the increase in tourists, Ge Shengming's farm stay business has also improved significantly. 。Remembering these days the family business was good, now that it's just mealtime again, his father needs help urgently. Ge Dongxu didn't quicken his pace. 。Before even reaching home, Ge Dongxu saw several people gathered outside his yard, pointing inside. 。。