Most people in the Qiao Family Team were brimming with energy, some no longer wore clothes full of patches but had made new clothes from fabric to wear for the New Year. Their shoes no longer exposed their toes, but were now warm cotton shoes.
The cold weather no longer left their heads bare, some even stylishly purchased cotton hats to wear.
Hejia Village had also contracted joint production, but because they didn't get many high-yielding corn seeds, although this year's harvest was better than last year's, it still fell far short of the Qiao Family Team's.
Qiao Qingyu didn't know where He Xiuyu's grandmother's house was; she had come brazenly, understanding that with the currently awkward relationship between the two families, it was improper to visit before relations were mended.
But there was no other suitable person besides her.
Not to mention Wu Xiucai, who barely approved of anyone, it was almost the same.
What could she say?
