The real-time weather forecast on the phone now is far more accurate than the one after the news broadcast during Song Tan's childhood.
They said it would be clear the next day, and indeed, it was very sunny.
Early in the morning, there's still a slight dew in the fields, while the plain-looking gray squirrels are already having their usual meeting on the wall.
The sun has just risen, and its soft golden rays gently sprinkle on the ground, bringing a slight warmth and a misty vapor from the damp dew.
Qiaoqiao and Yang Zhengxi are gearing up to start work but are stopped by Song Sancheng: "What's the rush!"
No matter how good the machine is, it's not suitable to harvest wheat with dew on it. The damp stalks can easily get caught in the blades.
However, Yang Zhengxi confidently says: "Don't worry, Uncle! Our machinery has a good reputation. It's expensive, but those in the rental business still trust us. That's true capability!"
Ha ha! Their harvester doesn't fear tangling!
