It is now mid-March, the wheat has started to spike, and in another month, it will be ready for harvest.
Qiao Changshun has a little shovel in his hand, walking back and forth in the wheat field, bent over weeding the wheat.
This task is somewhat challenging for him, but seeing the lush, spiking wheat, the red glow on his dark face never faded away.
With so much wheat, all he needs to do is wait for the harvest, what a wonderful feeling!
Qiao Dami is running around the edge of the field with a shovel in hand, cutting wild grass, which he plans to take home later.
Qiao Xiaomai stands on the donkey cart, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes scanning the vast wheat field while silently calculating in her mind.
After the wheat is harvested, soybeans and sweet potatoes will need to be planted, in addition to that, she needs to find a way to bring the chili seedlings into the open.
In her space, she has several bottles of hot sauce and dozens of dried heaven-facing chilies.
