On the ridge, a few scattered families were cutting the rice stalks under the blazing sun. The harvest was good this year. They all said that the land follows the year, the year follows the sky, and the sky looks after people. Now that the war has paused, it immediately brought a bumper year. How could the villagers not be happy?
But this was still far from enough. The taxes owed to the government had been unpaid for a year now. Seeing that the war had just ceased, the court was also waiting for the new rice to cook. So the newly harvested rice had to first pay the taxes before it could be considered one's own. Those who farmed landlord's land also had to pay land rent besides the tax. But even so, everyone was still happy at heart.
Harvest was always the most important string in everyone's heart!
"Dad, take a break, let me do this here."
