Before he could get to his feet, another boy stepped on him. "Fool!" he yelled as he was knocked down by a bigger boy while fighting over a bee. He was smaller than the other boys, but second to none among the village children when it came to pranks and wild behavior. Yaemon's son, Hiyoshi, was six years old, but his wrinkled face looked like a pickled plum. Seven or eight young boys swept across the fields like a whirlwind, swinging sticks back and forth through the yellow mustard blossoms and pure-white radish flowers, looking for the bees with honey sacs, called Korean bees. Eiji Yoshikawa: TAIKO: AN EPIC NOVEL OF WAR AND GLORY IN FEUDAL JAPAN
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