The next day, just before dawn, Tan Zhenghong got out of bed; if he hurried, he could finish harvesting a mu of rice in a single day.
Qiao Duo'er, hearing the noise, also got up to dress, though her eyes were still closed.
"Wife, don't get up, it's still early," Tan Zhenghong said with a smile.
Qiao Duo'er pouted her lips: "No, I'm going with you."
She had never experienced it and found it novel, insisting on going along to see for herself.
Because Qiao Duo'er was so adamant, Tan Zhenghong could only let her have her way; they ate a few pieces of osmanthus cake and, with a kettle of water, went to the fields.
They weren't the only ones up early; many hardworking peasant families were already toiling in the fields.
Aside from the cooler weather in the morning, they all wanted to take advantage of the good weather to quickly bring the crops home.
