Going round the farm until evening set in, he had the car stopped near a threshing ground and got out of the car.

The chairman of the farm management board followed him with a wondering face.

There was nothing special but a rice sheaf on roadside.

Exposing himself to sleet, he took the sheaf and carried it to a rice stack.

He then told the chairman that a sheaf of rice was a trifle but it pertained to the property of the farm as it was a result of peasants' much labor.

His remark touched the heartstrings of the farm's official.