Upon hearing Xiao Changyi say she could decide, An Jing looked up at him with a smile, beaming for quite a while before she said, "Tomorrow will be October, and in October, we have to harvest the rice again."
"Mm," Xiao Changyi responded, while bringing the teacup in his hand to her lips.
An Jing smiled happily, then opened her mouth, took the teacup's edge between her lips, and drank some tea.
Then, Xiao Changyi, without changing his expression, drank the rest of the tea from the cup.
An Jing continued to gaze fondly at her husband, smiling joyously.
...
An Jing and Xiao Changyi first harvested the potatoes from those three parts of land before they started harvesting the rice, and by the time they began with the rice, it was already mid-October.
This one acre of land yielded over six dan of early rice, but the late rice did not reach six dan, almost six dan actually, which wasn't much less, and she was quite content with the harvest.
