"When the time comes, we'll pretend to be in dire straits and hide with them."
Zhao Zhan nodded in agreement.
Time passed quickly when it came to farming. During this time, other than plowing the land and preparing to plant winter wheat, the people in Willow Village were busy harvesting soybeans and chili.
After seeing the silver earned by Yang Dashan, everyone treated the things in the ground as future investments.
After waiting for Zhao Zhan to weigh the harvest and calculate the silver, he explained everything clearly and asked Yang Dashan and Yang Maozhong to help keep an eye on the drying soybeans and chili skewers. Then, he left with Yue Jiaojiao.
Before Zhao Zhan left home, he was restless every night. He was always thinking about the worst-case scenarios, afraid that he would miss something that would make his lover uncomfortable on the road.
