That night, the Jiang family became busy, even Wang Xiang came holding her younger son to help.
Jiang Yu and Liu Hai had school the next day, so to not disturb their rest, Liu Yang directly sent Jiang Yu to sleep at his place with Liu Hai.
"Xiao Qiang, be good now, we won't disturb the adults at work, okay?"
Xiaomi's cheek twitched; every time she heard the name Xiao Qiang, she couldn't help but think of a certain indestructible, disgusting insect.
Unfortunately, Liu Hai's little brother was named Liu Qiang, with the nickname Xiao Qiang.
It was already dark by then, and everyone had just finished eating. Liu Hai also took Jiang Yu back to his house to sleep.
But their home was in full swing outside, with torches tied to the trees.
The courtyard was piled with mountains of sorghum stalks, and Jiang Hu with Liu Yang was deftly plucking the leaves off and tossing the stalks aside, while Auntie and Wang Xiang cleaned each stalk of sorghum thoroughly.
