Ten days later, Shi Qingluo had already delivered all the beehives she had.
They could only deliver more after Mo Qingling brought in the beehives he bought from outside.
She and Xiao Hanzheng went to take a look at the fields in the Taoist temple.
The corn was ready for harvest.
Shi Qingluo snapped a piece of corn. "Old Xiao, let's eat boiled corn cobs tonight."
Xiao Hanzheng wanted to hold his forehead. "My wife, let's all of us taste one each. We'll keep the rest for planting."
There seemed to be quite a lot of corn harvested here, but it wasn't enough for planting and distribution.
Shi Qingluo held the broken corn cobs and suddenly felt a sense of guilt, as if she had eaten a lot of corn stockpile for next year.
She sighed. "Then don't eat one each. Let's each eat half of it."
If they wanted to eat corn without any constraints, they would have to wait until next year.
