Lin Gang pouted. "It's not like you were drying the grain, either. We saw Auntie come back to help a long time ago. Such a tattletale, all you know how to do is snitch."
Lin Lan came out of the kitchen and said to the children, "Go call Grandpa and the others back for lunch."
Lin Gang went to grab Little Douzi. "Come on, Douzi, let's go get them."
"I'm not going." Little Douzi twisted away and ran toward the covered walkway. "Mama, we're already here!"
Lin Lan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. "Go wash your hands in the backyard, then come back for lunch."
The grain was drying in the front yard, so the washbasins had all been moved to the backyard to prevent the children from accidentally spilling water and soaking the grain.
"Okay!" Little Douzi answered and headed for the kitchen.
Lin Hong pointed at the grain in the courtyard. "Auntie, I've already turned it over once."
