"Village Chief Li, come in and have a seat."
"Teacher Jiang, what are you busy with?"
"Village Chief Li, I'm planting some bok choy in the yard to have at home."
"That's true, but now isn't really the time to plant bok choy.
Bok choy isn't planted like this, let me show you how it's done."
Li Yungui indeed proved himself to be an experienced farmer, planting the bok choy evenly and neatly.
Once they finished planting, the tractor also stopped at the main entrance.
Five young men entered. When Li Yungui heard his son and nephews calling the female comrade "Aunt," he was taken aback. Is she Old Yang's wife? It makes sense; otherwise, why would Old Yang work so willingly to build a house?
The tractor drove into the yard. The four of them left with Li Yungui.
"Aunt Jiang, if there's work, let me do it. Where's Uncle Wei?"
"He went to the watermelon field. Guodong, go wash up, your face is full of dirt."
