Su Dagui frowned and shook his head.
"No, perhaps she went back to Jiangcheng!"
"Even if she didn't go back, it doesn't matter. Once I'm through this busy period, I'll send her back."
Su Dagui glanced at the sky and waved at Lin Anning.
"I'm going to haul the rice straw back from the field first, you rest."
Rice straw, once the grains are threshed, is tied into bundles and left in the fields for a few days, a valuable resource for cooking and heating in winter.
After finishing the last bundle of rice straw in the field, Su Manchang and Su Shuixian lazily carried their sickles down from the field.
All the fields in the village had been harvested, except for theirs, making it especially noticeable.
Upon seeing Su Dagui, Su Manchang perked up.
He stepped forward, took out a wrinkled roll-your-own cigarette, and offered it.
