The closer it was to the harvest season, the easier it was to encounter a thunderstorm. Therefore, they had to harvest the crop before the thunderstorm.
Third Aunt Hu's family was also busy.
"What are you all still dawdling for? If you wait a little longer, the sky will be bright! All of you only know how to eat and don't know how to cook. If you can't beat the heavens and harvest the crop in the ground, I'll drag all of you into the ground too!" Third Aunt Hu cursed as she urged her family.
This was real farm work. Not to mention the adults in the family, even the children who had just matured had to help.
The children did very little, but they also followed behind the adults to pick up the grains that had dropped into the mud.
Third Aunt Hu turned her head and saw Madam Feng carrying a basket of grains. Bean-sized sweat dripped down from her forehead.
