She had armored herself very thoroughly today, wearing long pants and long sleeves, and even donning a sun hat, carrying a bag of chicken eggs in her hand.
"I knew this lazybones wouldn't be up yet," Han Mei said with a light laugh, sidestepping into the house and heading straight for the kitchen.
"Sister-in-law, how come you're here?" Li Qing asked, delighted.
Han Mei was already bustling about near the stove, "The wheat you've got should be about ready to harvest by now; you can't wait any longer."
"If you keep waiting, the ripe will overripen, and what's not ripe is still not ripe; you won't be able to handle the harvest."
"With the situation this year, you can't count on machines for harvesting; it's just not possible."
"By the way, do you want your eggs fried or steamed?"
"Boiled!" Li Qing said with a grin, "I checked them the day before yesterday, and the wheat still needs a few more days!"
