Ji Ziqian went over and took his daughter from Qiu Wanshuang's arms, "Come to daddy."
He then said to Qiu Wanshuang, "Let's head that way too, they probably start cutting from that end."
Qiu Wanshuang picked up the iron shovel Ji Ziqian had placed on the ridge of the field and said dejectedly, "But we have to cut a ton today, two thousand jin. With just this thing, how long will it take to finish?"
After all, it was still Ji Ziqian's fault; if it weren't for his last-place finish, they would never have to cut so much sugarcane today.
Ji Ziqian, holding Ji Yunyun, gave an awkward smile, "You rest for a while, you play with Yunyun, and I will do the cutting."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Wanshuang felt a bit better and nodded, "Okay, but you said so yourself."
"Yeah, I said it."
Ji Yunyun, hearing that her mom could play with her later, also became immediately happy, "Really? Mom can play with me later?"
