Qin Yao looked at the late afternoon sky.
It's often said that morning clouds mean you shouldn't go out, while an evening glow can lead you a thousand miles—recently, indeed, it's been a series of rare sunny days.
"Alright, then you clean up." Qin Yao grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them. "As usual, list the expenses and give them to me for review tomorrow."
Liu Ji had been waiting for her to say these words, and immediately got up to make a list in the study.
Qin Yao didn't bother with him and, remembering the seedlings at home, took a hoe and went out.
According to the weather these days, the seedlings in the field should be ready for transplanting in about ten days.
Because of Liu Family Village's harvest last year, quite a few in Lower River Village, feeling bold, left behind twenty to thirty acres to farm intensively.
Regarding this year's grain output, both villages took the matter very seriously.
