Hou Chunxiang understood through this matter that all the flowery words said on a regular day mean nothing when it comes to matters of interest.
The six buckets were more than half full. "Aunt Zhu, if it's filled too much, it could easily spill."
Hou Chunxiang was moved, despite everything, they didn't refuse. That's human kindness.
Today, Tan Shaoting, like always, circled the fields. The potatoes and sweet potatoes have already borne fruit, and the corn has grown ears, just hoping no kids come messing around.
Yuanyuan followed him; they reached the edge of the pond. This place was under intensive inspection, as every day many kids came here.
"There probably aren't many fish left in the pond now."
"Yes, no matter how many, they can't withstand the kids coming to fish daily."
Yuanyuan grabbed Tan Shaoting, "Look, these potatoes have been dug out." Yuanyuan said, frowning.
