"Alright!" Zhou Xiaohong said with a laugh. "I'll tell you what, weather forecasts are like fortune-telling—sometimes accurate, sometimes not. I'm just using it as an excuse to take a day off."
Lin Lan thought about the weather forecasts decades in the future. 'They're not much different from the ones now,' she mused. Smiling, she said, "Who cares if it's accurate? We might as well give ourselves a couple of days off too."
Zhou Xiaohong nodded with a grin. "Exactly. I'm heading out now. I'll be back the day after tomorrow!"
"Alright!" Lin Lan saw her to the gate before turning back into the courtyard.
She needed to fertilize the oat grass today. Lin Lan carried Little Douzi in a back basket to her mother-in-law's house, then hoisted a shoulder pole with buckets of liquid manure and hurried to the foot of the mountain.
