This rain really came down as the weather forecast had predicted, pouring for a full three days.
Luckily, on the morning of the fourth day, the sunlight once again spilled successfully.
Song Tan got up early and now rushed to the edge of the fields to see the two paddies nearly submerged in water and looked at the mud gradually settling below, then nodded to the old man Li beside him, his face full of expectation, "I think it's just perfect!"
"Indeed!"
Old man Li was also overjoyed, "We can start transplanting rice now. Hurry and find some people, the day is too hot, one morning and one evening, let's strive to get it done today."
"Alright."
During the days of rain, everyone had been busy; they had already planned what to do, and naturally, it was still Song Sancheng and Wu Lan who were in charge of finding people.
Yet Qiaoqiao was already fully equipped, carrying a basket and holding a sickle, looking bold and imposing as he prepared to head to the back mountain.
