Madam Ma-Liu's gaze swept between Mu Shi and Mu Yangling before finally landing on the latter. She said, "If your father's around, it wouldn't be a problem for us to plant more than half of the 180 acres of land. However, your father won't be at home, so we have to rely on the old and weak. It's already not bad if we can plant 20 acres. Even if we have plowing oxens, we can only plant an additional 10 acres. Rocky, you have to clarify how much grains we have to hand over to the army after autumn. Otherwise, we won't even be able to submit enough for the army's share."
Mu Yangling and Mu Shi looked at each other. Neither of them had thought of this. They had already obtained the land, but they still couldn't plant it?
"Then, should I go and take a look at our family's land tomorrow? But Little General is gathering the troops for a lecture tomorrow. I can't spare the time," Mu Shi said, vexed.
