Sun Yun began husking corn with the Zhao Xiaoling sisters, the three of them working together.
That evening, Zhao Qingxiang noticed his daughters' hands.
"You two don't need to do this tomorrow, take a break. I'll do the husking."
"Dad, it's okay. We'll take it slow. Otherwise, we'll have to wait for another time for the handover."
"It's not urgent, your hands are in this state. Be good and take a rest tomorrow."
The two girls didn't say much more, as their fingers were aching deeply. After all, they were still kids, no matter how much work they had done, their hands were tender and soft.
The person in charge, before, Yuanyuan would put the corn in a sack and beat it with a stick, but that would waste the sack, since it could be torn up.
"Yes, tomorrow, we'll do it this way. Let's not make it hard on ourselves."
Sun Yun liked this about Zhao Qingxiang. He listened to what she said.
The twenty people from the two families went to work for other families on the farm.
