Seventy-six, thank you

In the house, Luo Zheng and the others were watching the television with faces full of novelty.

"How can these people fly? Could this really be the legendary qinggong?" Luo Zheng stared intently at the television in front of him, his eyes brimming with excited luminescence. He had only read about people who could scale walls and leap onto roofs in novels his classmates had lent him; he had never imagined that people on television could fly as well.

"I've never seen a television like this before, it's so much more entertaining than the open-air movies in our village." Luo Shan munched on sunflower seeds, her eyes glittering as she watched the TV. Since moving out with her sister, she had discovered that her world had become different. She no longer worried about going hungry or not having clothes to wear. Most importantly, she had encountered many things she had never even dreamed of before, and she had even learned to write. Life felt like a dream.