Time reached mid-September, the temperatures in the mornings and evenings were no longer very high, just comfortably pleasant.
The village had already started to harvest for autumn. Jiang Xinyu's household registration was no longer in the village, she was not considered a village member anymore, so she didn't have to go back to work.
But she still went back with Wang Ailing once and neither of them did any work.
However, seeing the dark and thin villagers, Jiang Xinyu sighed again, feeling that this group was the most suffering.
Wang Ailing's little nephew, just over two months old, was left at home, truly not easy.
"Brought some oil back, let's cook something delicious for Uncle and them."
"Hmm, how about frying some twists?"
"Sure, is there any white flour at home?"
"There definitely is, I'll go take a look."
Actually, frying twists at this temperature is the best, so they can be stored.
