Evening on the 16th.
The sunset glow spread across the Big Camphor Tree Base, drying the rice and cleaned sweet potato slices laid out on the cement road.
To preserve these items for a long time, they must be dried in the sun and wind.
Generally, rice becomes sufficiently dry after three days of sun exposure.
Li Yu stood on the wall, watching the rice spread out on the cement road in the Outer City. Under the dim yellow sunlight, the golden rice looked particularly beautiful.
Second Uncle stood next to him, seeing Li Yu's furrowed brow, he said, "Xiao Yu, it looks like you're troubled by something. Our greenhouse has already been harvested, so there's no need to worry too much."
Li Yu shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'm not worried. By the way, has the harvest been tallied?"
