This year's sweet potatoes seem to be bigger; it's only September, and the sweet potatoes haven't reached full maturity yet. The ones dug up now are too tender, won't last through the winter, and are prone to rotting.
Even so, these sweet potatoes are already almost the size of last year's fully mature ones.
Jiang Hu carried back some pigweed and handed the sweet potatoes over to Liu Zhi and the others. They laid a thick layer of straw on the ground to prevent the cleaned sweet potatoes from getting dirty again.
Liu Zhi and the others aren't going back tonight; they found an unused hut in the village, tidied it up a bit, and stayed there.
Fu'an Village is too far from the town. It's better to rest well than waste time on the road.
Two people were already preparing dinner, and once they finished eating, they could go back to rest.
