Su Binglan had placed the potatoes and sweet potatoes in her family's warehouse before leaving for the prefecture.
"Father, Mother, didn't you tell Granduncle that the seeds are in the warehouse? He could've distributed them when I was away."
Shen Qiuhua said, "I told him, but he said the villagers aren't in a hurry to farm since it hasn't rained. It's okay if they want to start farming in another half a month.
"Still, I hope it'll rain soon so we don't face a drought. It'll be challenging for everyone if the villagers have to carry water from the river and return to the village just to water their crops."
Meanwhile, Su Fengmao picked up a water bucket with a carrying pole and prepared to pick up the other. His whole body ached after a whole day of working.
When Su Binglan looked at him, she realized one of his shoulders was taller than the other. She knew it was because her father typically carried things with his right shoulder.
