"Qinglan, when are you going back to town?" Shen Qinghe asked.
Shen Qinglan replied, "Tomorrow."
"Then you stay here and guard the place. Qingju and I will go to the fields to help harvest the rice. More people make it faster."
The rice has been transported back, and someone needs to watch over it. If no one does, dishonest people might come to steal.
Shen Qinglan nodded.
Sitting beneath a large tree, those nearby unconsciously moved away.
She noticed but didn't mind.
Shen Qinghe and Shen Qingju left with straw hats, while Shen Qingping and Shen Qing'an, after their fear subsided, continued to play with their friends.
The husband and son of the young Mrs. Hong had just returned, only to see her sitting beside them crying. They hurriedly went forward to ask what happened.
She didn't speak, just sat there crying as if she had been terribly bullied.
Honestly, Shen Qinglan saw she was a woman and went easy on her earlier.
