"Zhao Zhan, what do you think we should do? If you don't say something, there's no guarantee that the other people in the village will trust you when they don't see the results of their labor. It's almost harvest time, how can they uproot things at this time? It all turned to waste!"
Zhao Zhan subconsciously turned around to look at Yue Jiaojiao.
"I'll be fine. You can go with Dashan first. I'll wait for you at home."
"Dashan, give me some time before I leave."
Zhao Zhan first made the bed, then lit the stove in the small kitchen. He used a clean clay pot to warm up hot water. When everything was done, he said softly, "I'll be back soon."
Yue Jiaojiao nodded her head gently.
Zhao Zhan and Yang Dashan went to Lizheng's house first.
"Lizheng."
