Outside Guangling County, Chen Ji was leading Zhaolei along the official road. Old Ears somehow managed to steal a little donkey and was leisurely riding it, with a Wu Yun perched on his head, napping with folded hands.
Yuan Xing and the others followed behind, looking around. The fields on both sides of the road had just been tilled; the farmers had already switched to spring attire, planting early rice with their bare legs in the paddy fields.
Yuan Xi couldn't help but exclaim, "The Ning Dynasty's Jiangnan can start sowing in March? In Siping County, we don't begin farming until April or May. Right now, farmers are holed up at home repairing tools and stacking manure!"
Yuan Xing glared at him and reminded, "Lower your voice, wouldn't you prefer people not know we're from the Jing Dynasty?"
