Story of the Foreign Fairy Chapter 112

My children, this story may sound like a fabrication, but it is absolutely true. I heard the story from my grandfather

Yes, every time he told me, he always said:

"Of course this is true, otherwise I wouldn't tell you."

The story goes like this. On a Sunday morning during the harvest season, the buckwheat flowers were in full bloom, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a gentle breeze.

The warm breeze is blowing on the grass stalks in the field, the skylark is singing in the sky, the bees are buzzing among the buckwheat, and the people are dressed in costumes.