Chapter 29: Sand-Grown Bean Sprouts The old man had two small cups of liquor, occasionally glancing at his watch. Life couldn't get any better—meat and alcohol on the table. Who else could live like this? It was all thanks to his capable eldest grandson. Even the hand pump well beside their house had been enough to make the villagers envious for a long time, not to mention everything else. Now, whenever he went out, people praised Yimin for being thoughtful, filial, and capable. Hearing that made the…