Zhao Qingxiang nodded, the eldest daughter is benevolent, and the second daughter is too clever.
"Alright, after the autumn harvest, if your uncle doesn't come, we'll take the train over."
The two daughters also did not speak, how could they not want to go to school?
But they truly felt sorry for their father, who had endless work every day.
In the afternoon, the two girls followed their father to press the wheat field, while the little girl played by herself at the side.
Sun Yun tidied up the clothes at home and needed to prepare the cotton-padded clothes. Now the autumn harvest hasn't begun, so while they're not yet exhausted, everything should be prepared.
Anyway, no one had any free time. Everyone had tasks at hand.
Zhao Qingjie's family was also making preparations. The son was already six years old and could handle household chores.
"Qing Jie, really let Zhixue go to school? Xiao Ling is only eight years old and they're still kids, I'm worried about them."
