However, this year's farming season, Pei Qin had basically stayed indoors.
Supervisor Chen was looking after Tian Zhuang, so there was no need for her to keep an eye on the wheat harvest or the planting of corn and soybeans. And by the Pai Building, nearly a hundred acres of sweet potatoes had been planted in March, it was still not time to harvest them. There were also several dozen acres of spring soybeans that weren't ready to mature.
In the sweltering heat that seemed to fry the air, Pei Qin preferred the cool indoors and had no desire to step outside.
As the farming season was nearly over and Zhang Shiqian still hadn't found the opportunity to make his move, his anxiety grew.
At last, the family was finished with their urgent work, and Sun Xiujin hurried over to her maternal family with her daughter, only to see that Shi Qian hadn't succeeded, and she was anything but pleased. Were they all fools? Was it so difficult to administer some drug and induce her premature labor?
