Chapter 585: Joyful News Autumn sunlight slanted through the paper-lined wooden lattice window, casting dappled spots of light across the Eight Immortals Table. Zhang Yan sat beside Zhou Yimin, holding the dried sweet potato Grandma Zhou had handed her, listening to Grandpa Zhou tell funny stories about how Yimin used to chase wild rabbits in the threshing floor as a boy and tumbled into a mud pit, laughing until she was doubled over. Old Huang lay dozing by the threshold, his tail occasionally…