In the morning, he made baklava and sent his daughter out on her bike to sell it. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have returned yet. Zhou Qizhen felt helpless about letting his daughter peddle on the streets. His identity and his terribly poor cotton farming techniques had made the entire Ulucosa community look down on him.
At this time, his daughter coming over to call out could only mean his wife had an accident, or that wretched woman Jiva had come over to lure his son away again.
He had been squatting on the edge of the field for quite a while, and when he heard his daughter's call, he became anxious. As he stood up abruptly, his head felt dizzy and his vision blacked out for a moment. When his head and unclear vision settled, his daughter Pali Dan had already brought a young man over to the ridge.
"Are you Mr. Zhou? I'm a technical advisor from the town," the sound of shoes crunching sandy soil could be heard. A technical advisor sent from town?
