As evening approached, the people who had gone up the mountain returned, driving the family's bullock cart, slowly making their way to the doorstep. Upon entering the courtyard, Mrs. Chen immediately saw them, "Old man, how's the ginseng seeds this year?"
The old master's face was all smiles, "Good, they're growing really well. Our family has a total of 50 feet of ginseng seeds. Look, we harvested this much." There were two sacks on the cart, of course not full, just more than half a sack each.
Mrs. Chen took a look and smiled too. "That's quite a lot indeed. Alright, we'll select the ginseng seeds tomorrow, and plan to plant ginseng the day after tomorrow. The work at home is almost done, we'll focus on sorting these out in the next couple of days. Hurry inside, you must be tired after a whole day."
