By the time Mu Yangling and Madam Liu-Ma reached the fields, the Liu family had already started eating.
When Liu Ting saw them, he threw down the things in his hand and came over. He said to Mu Yangling with a smile, "Come, Uncle will plow with you."
Mu Yangling looked at his hand and shook her head. "Let Aunt Ting do it. Uncle, you should rest. My father has medicinal wine. If you don't mind, I'll bring half a bottle over tomorrow."
Liu Ting's face was slightly red, so Madam Liu-Zhang smiled and pushed him away. "Alright, alright. Do you think you're the one actually pulling the plow? I still have to push forward with all my might. With Ah Ling pulling the plow, I just have to push a little harder into the ground. Go away, don't delay our efforts."
Her words made everyone laugh, Liu Ting could only rub his nose and return, handing the iron plow to his wife.
