It's just a pity that her grandson doesn't want to wait even for a moment, feeling that the longer the night, the more dreams, and something might happen.
"Grandmother, didn't I tell you, small impatience can spoil great plans? We must not only focus on these petty gains in front of us but consider the bigger picture and think about the good days ahead."
An Que softly advised, hoping his grandmother would stop coming up with any bad ideas.
"Grandmother knows."
The old woman helplessly glanced at her grandson.
If she didn't understand this point, would she still allow those mud-legs to take back the land? She has to bleed a little!
It's just a pity. Before, her grandson said that doing less is better than doing more, so she didn't mention this matter. Now thinking about it makes her heart ache more, pulsing painfully.
"If we could wait a few days, after the wheat is harvested, how wonderful it would be..."
"Grandmother!"
