Cold stars are already twinkling in the northern night sky.
The deeper the night, the heavier the dew.
Granny Lei worried the children would catch cold, so she waved her big hand: "Alright, that's enough for today. It's getting dark, let's go home first."
The whole family finally stopped what they were doing.
Granny Lei helped Ruo He walk back along the field ridge.
As night fell, Ruo He's vision grew more blurry, but somehow tonight he could see a bit more clearly than usual at this hour.
Everyone carried bundle after bundle of freshly cut Geng Grass over to the field edge.
Just now, they'd only harvested the Geng Grass—not yet peeled off the Zizania shoots. They planned to haul everything home and peel them there. The grass leaves they stripped off could be dried for firewood.
Hauling Geng Grass was heavy work, so Ruo Family's strongest—Ruo Shui, Ruo Zhou, and Ruo Jiang—were put in charge.
