The wheat in the fields was still green, and Old Zhou stretched out his hand to touch the thin wheat husks on the ears, while the fine drizzle gently wetted his hands.
He lowered his head to look at the wheat roots in the field, which were quickly absorbing the spring rain, and couldn't help but say with openness, "This rain came at just the right time."
Zhou Dalang wiped the rain off his face and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, the timing is perfect, just right for the wheat to fill out."
It had taken Old Zhou the entire day to walk through all of the fields planted with winter wheat, and there were quite a few people in the village like him who came out to check on their wheat fields in the rain.
Between the vast expanse of fields, one could spot people in straw raincoats walking back and forth.
That day, many people in Luojiang County got soaked by the rain, and those who walked through the fields in the rain were the happiest.
