"Jiang Brother, is Young Master Liu alright?"
Liu Yang and Jiang Hu were carrying rice back, and as they tilted the bamboo basket, the grains spilled out.
Liu Yang's mother was at home taking care of her grandson, and also had to sun-dry the rice and chase away the birds.
Once they poured out the rice, they quickly spread it out with a bamboo rake. The rice they had brought back earlier was already somewhat dry on the outside.
"He was fine by the morning. I asked Qixi to get some medicine just in case. The child is pitiful, not having been able to eat properly before, so he's not very healthy. It won't be easy to make up for it quickly."
The sun wasn't very intense over the past few days, and it even got cloudy sometimes. Even Liu Qiang joined in, sitting in a large sifter by the field, playing inside it.
But among all the children, only Liu Ze ended up with a bit of heat stroke when he returned yesterday afternoon.
