The Zhou Family's three brothers did not dare let Uncle Zhou perform heavy work. They blocked him from pushing or shoveling the mud, giving him only a shovel to pat down the mud. Once the soil was flat, it was enough.
The youngest Zhou brother even brought over his own water bottle for Uncle Zhou to drink.
Seeing how Uncle Zhou's family had reconciled, both Nan Feng and Wild Brother felt quite gratified, exchanging smiles from a distance.
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Not long after the busy work on the hillside was done, the rice in the fields turned a golden yellow. Harvest time had finally arrived.
The villagers immediately turned the battlefield to the field again.
In the beginning, Nan Feng's family had planted rice seedlings the earliest, so their field was the first to ripen. On the harvest day, quite a few villagers came again to help her. After all the grain was picked, they gathered four large hemp bags of rice, three bags more than what Nan Quanyou had grown in the previous season.
