A conical straw peasant's hat

It was a hat that had been passed down through the family as each person had outgrown it, either in head size or in shoulder breadth. While some of the vainer boys liked to have their shoulders wider than the hat brim, JaSun thought that defeated the purpose of wearing the hat in the first place. Surely the point was to keep from getting burnt by the sun?

And what sun it was. If it wasn't for the humidity and the water that already soaked his pants, he'd wear a long sleeved shirt into the rice paddy, where he worked beside his siblings planting the rice. Well usually. Today he was the only one out there.

His hat had belonged to his older brother before it had come to him, and to their second uncle before that. JaSun smiled at the thought of how the hat had come down through the generations, sometimes needing a new brim or the crown replaced with fresh rice straw, but nevertheless it was still the same hat of his ancestors.

A noise to the east startled him out of his reverie, and he looked over in surprise.