After the two finished their lunch and rested for a while, Jiang Xinyu coaxed the two children to sleep, used a quilt to block the edge of the kang, and wanted to go to the private plot with Du Fengying.
"Xiao Jiang, you don't need to come. It's not much, I can do it slowly myself."
"It's fine, I'm keeping track of the time, I'll be back soon enough."
The two of them pushed a cart, carried baskets, and each held a small hoe.
On the road, they encountered several people who were just headed home for lunch. This year's harvest was good, and every household had surplus grain, so they still ate three meals a day at this point.
"Teacher Jiang, are you two going to harvest the cabbage?"
"Yes, there's nothing else to do now, and it's quite late, so it's better to bring them in."
After a few polite exchanges, the two pushed the cart onward.
"Go home and call the kids over to help out," the man directed his wife, while he went to line up for grain distribution.
