"Yes, you're right." Only then did Liu Guixia nod in agreement. To her, it made a lot of sense. "Xiao Yan, when you tend to the weeds, pay attention to Jiang Yue. Don't just focus on your work and forget about Jiang Yue, understand?"
"I know, I won't."
When Xue Yan sat at the table, he asked his mother casually, "By the way, where's the small shovel that Liu Guixia usually uses to dig wild vegetables?"
"It's placed together with the other shovels behind the firewood. Why ask?"
"I'm afraid that some weeds might be deeper than they seem. Won't it still grow if it's rooted in the soil? When the time comes, we'll just use a small shovel to shovel it uproot it."
"Yes, yes, yes, that's a good idea, but you must be careful. Don't shovel any corn seedlings. There are no more seedlings at home."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful."
