Zhou Dalang sighed, "Today, all the other families in the village have finished harvesting their wheat, but Zhou Hu's family still has four plots left."
Old Zhou frowned, "Isn't that too slow?"
"There's no helping it, his daughter-in-law is still bedridden and can't move, he has to go back to cook three meals and make medicine for her every day. Luckily, Dafu and Second Son can help out a bit, otherwise he definitely wouldn't be able to manage both the fields and the household."
Manbao said, "Big brother, why don't you take Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother to help out tomorrow? I'll go help after school too, I've already learned how to use a sickle."
Old Zhou took a puff of his cigarette and didn't speak for a while.
