The children saw that the adults were all getting up to work, so they sensibly ran back to their homes.
"Jinhua, was it your auntie who helped move the rice up there?" Old Granny Zhang asked.
Jinhua nodded, "It was auntie and Uncle Song from the Song family who moved it together."
Old Granny Zhang turned and saw that Song Chongjin had silently gone off to busy himself in the fields again.
She felt even more satisfied with Song Chongjin in her heart.
Her face didn't show it, but she urged Wang Yongfu to quickly drag the rice back home.
Watching Wang Yongfu drive the horse-drawn cart leisurely towards home made all the other families around envious. Those with a quick wit came over to butter him up: "Old uncle, old uncle, when your family's cart is not in use, could you lend it to our family to use for a bit, so that we can share some of your family's fortune?"
