On the Saturday when Aunt Zhang Hong departed, it was a great relief that it stopped raining in the morning.
Even though the sky was still overcast, there was no rain directly falling on the mountains, meaning many activities could resume. Weeding, pest control, antifungal protection, harvesting, pruning...
The whole village buzzed with activity again.
Meanwhile, early in the morning, Song Tan held a bowl, eating the steaming hot hand-rolled noodles made by his Seventh Uncle, while listening to Qiaoqiao happily report his work...
Hmm, it was quite beautiful too.
But Wu Lan felt a bit heartbroken listening to it.
"This child, I told him to go play at Yang's house, yet he quietly started working again. Doesn't know how to enjoy..."
Song Tan, however, was very casual about it: "Kids have a lot of energy. If you let them play at home, what can they play? They might as well go out to run around and learn more."
Besides, is that really called farm work at Yang's house?
