Early the next morning, when Wang Yongping opened the courtyard door, he saw that the ground outside his family's courtyard had been swept clean. The pile of straw near the firewood stack was still there, but Lady Lin was nowhere to be seen.
Wang Yongping thought Lady Lin had already left. Looking at the sky, no one had slept well last night after the disturbance she caused.
He got up a bit late today; by this time, he would normally have gone to the fields. Since the beginning of summer, it had not rained for many days. Even the river at the edge of the village had halved in water level, revealing large stretches of the riverbed.
Now, as the rice was about to tassel and flower, it was the critical time for irrigation. If there was no water in the fields, the harvest would drastically decrease.
For the past few days, Wang Laozhu had been so worried that he had no mind for anything else, his whole focus was on the fields.
