Liu Ting looked at the iron plow and then at his aunt. Finally, he said, "Aunt, it's better if you don't go. Go back and call my wife over and let her help. Since Ah Lang is already old enough to plow, call him over too. Let the mother and son take turns helping Ah Ling with the plow. You can stay at home and watch the door."
"Uncle, aren't you growing winter wheat?" Mu Yangling asked.
Liu Ting sighed and said, "We do want to plant it, but the higher-ups have sent word that the weather might not be good next year. Therefore, they want everyone to leave the land to plant corn."
At the side, Liu Yuan said worriedly, "But we don't know how to plant corn. Although they will send someone down to teach us, we don't have confidence in things that we have never planted. Moreover, I heard that corn isn't exactly delicious, so I still want to plant some wheat."
