An Jing and Xiao Changyi's rice in the paddy field was truly flourishing; not only were there numerous grains on each ear, but they were also full and heavy, visibly more so than other villagers' rice.
The people of Jiuping Village were filled with envy when they saw this, and as they lowered their heads to observe their own hurriedly harvested rice that clearly would not yield as much as the previous year's, their envy deepened.
It could be said that only An Jing and Xiao Changyi's rice in that one plot of paddy had seen an increase in yield, while the rice in other fields had decreased.
An Jing had no time to concern herself with others' envy, as she was busy harvesting the rice. Due to the constant bending over, her back ached, but she persisted in her labor.
The paddy was wet, and her husband, having to carry the water-soaked rice back home, was far more exhausted than she was.
