Bai Zepei checked again and found that Bai Ruozhu really thought what the Wan family did was out of sincerity. She never suspected it was Wan Minglu's personal intention. Bai Zepei helplessly shook his head, silently sighing for Wan Minglu in his heart.
The next day, their harvest was completed, even two days earlier than the other families. Bai Yihong was in a good mood, so he went to the old mansion and told the old man that since he had helped the old mansion finish harvesting, he had to start sowing his own fields now.
Bai Yibo naturally was unwilling, but there was no precedent for the second branch of the Bai family to help him sow seeds in previous years. Or rather, they didn't completely trust them.
"Yihong, we're really short-handed these days. How about helping your parents plow the field?" On Bai Yibo's face was a flattering smile.
