Shiye adopted a rake, bent down, and raked open the pile of rice on the ground, making it thinner so that it would dry easily.
While they were raking, they suddenly heard the voice of an old man sitting under the shade of a tree with a long bamboo pole. He was occasionally chasing birds that wanted to steal rice to eat. He spoke as he looked at Jiang Yue and Xue Yan, who were washing the vegetables by the river.
"That family really adopted two grand treasures. They're so young, but they can already cook for their family. Let's not talk about other things. If our grandchildren were half as good as them, I'm sure we'd be enjoying a happy life every day like Xue Da."
