However, today it was very quiet here.
The summer breeze gently wafted through, making the Barley Grass ripple and surge like waves in a green ocean.
From afar, it was an utterly refreshing sight to behold.
Today, Qiao Qingyu's tractor had brought along five children, Dashun, Daji, and Wei Xiao, followed by Xiao Hu and Rongrong, each with a small basket on their back.
Now, they were running wild in the grassland.
They would occasionally shout, "There are mushrooms here! There are mushrooms here!" and the children would swarm to one spot together, their happiness so infectious that Qiao Qingyu almost wished she could join them in their folly.
Qiao Qingyu headed towards the north side of the Barley Grassland, where a large area of Willow Wood was growing—she planned to take a look.
However, she had to make her way around the Qiansi Hemp Field, which had grown taller than her.
