The entire morning, the watermelons were all pulled out, and it was cleaned up exceptionally well.
Wei Kaiyun looked at his own melon vines and the burned melon vines, feeling like they couldn't be saved.
At noon, the couple took a break, and Wei Kaiyun talked about Li Yungui's plan.
"It's too early to plant wheat now, isn't it? It won't survive the winter."
"Village Chief Li just wants to see how well it sprouts."
Jiang Xinyu had no objections, since the village chief had decided, and it was already discussed. They were only half-experienced farmers. What they worried about had probably already been considered by others.
Chaoyang drove the tractor to the county, first going to the supply and marketing cooperative, where they wanted twenty. Then, the location was the same as last time, but this time two people shared a stall because the village only had three scales, which were all brought here.
