The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and a wave of heat washed over them.
Ji Huan and Dabao, wearing new-style sun hats hand-woven by Fifth Grandpa, carried a food basket and a water jug to the edge of the field.
Fortunately, there was a dry ditch at the edge of the field, and next to it, a few old trees with dense canopies offered some shade.
Ji Huan called out a few times to the people bent over, reaping wheat in the field.
Widow Xie was the closest. Hearing the call, she motioned to Hu Liang and Hu Dacheng, and they all put down their sickles and walked over.
The three of them wore the same style of wide-brimmed sun hats as Ji Huan. They were much better-looking than the usual bamboo hats, and most importantly, they were lightweight.
The idea, of course, had come from Ji Huan. Fifth Grandpa, with his deft hands and clever ingenuity, had modified the design, resulting in this new style of sun hat.
