On one side, Feng Qingxue left the Wang Family with her sister, while Lu Jiang arrived home on the other.
Seeing his father feeding the livestock, Lu Jiang quickly took off his military coat to help, pouring sacks of fodder into each stone trough.
Because of the natural disaster, the so-called fodder was the wheat straw, corn straw, bean straw, sorghum straw, rice straw, and vines of sweet potatoes and peanuts, which households were forbidden to use for boiling water and cooking. Occasionally, there was also grass cut into small pieces with a forage cutter and dried in the sun.
In slack farming seasons, Lu Jiang's father would be doing these chores. It wasn't too tiring, but it wasn't exactly easy either. One person couldn't cut the grass alone, he needed his grandson's help.
Having completed their chores, father and son sat down to rest on the pile of straw.
"Where are Tianjun and Tianzhi? Why aren't they home?" asked Lu Jiang about his two nephews.
