Mu Yangling squatted at the edge of the field and rubbed the mud in her hands. With a sigh, she stood up to say to her great-aunt, "This won't do."
Great-aunt looked up at the sky and the sun shone brightly into her eyes. Despite wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, she could only feel a little warmth. It was almost February 2nd, but the ice and snow had yet to start melting. How could it melt completely at the end of February?
If the temperature in the fields couldn't keep up, the seeds couldn't be sown. The camp had already distributed the seeds. Great-aunt had carefully checked and found that there were no problems with the seeds. Furthermore, Mu Yangling was very surprised to see that there were enough seeds. She wondered what method Qi Xiuyuan had used to make the Imperial Court distribute so many seeds.
"Ah Ling." Madam Hu-Jin jogged over with a smile and shouted, "Hurry up and take a look. The ice in the ground has melted!"
