Mu Yangling rubbed her eyes, grabbed Xiuhong, and asked, "Do you think there's someone on our land?"
Xiuhong stood on tiptoes to take a look. "Yes, there's someone. Someone must have come to steal the wheat seeds."
"Who would steal the wheat seeds planted on the ground?" Mu Yangling ran over to take a look. Behind her, Mu Shi and Madam Ma-Liu also narrowed their eyes and looked over. Madam Ma-Liu said, "Why does that figure look so familiar?"
Of course it was familiar. It was an acquaintance!
Mu Yangling shouted happily, "Uncle Zhuang, Cousin Li, why are you here?"
Standing in the field were Liu Zhuang, Liu Xuan, Liu Li, and Liu Yong. Liu Lang was squatting on the ground. When he saw Mu Yangling running over, he jumped up and shouted, "And me. How could you not see me? I'm here to help you farm."
Liu Lang said casually, "My grandfather said that you and Uncle have never farmed before and asked us to help."
